Relentless
Superficial you
Cutting deep into
The scab that I had dug
Relentlessly you rub a little harder
Dousing me with vinegar
Until everything ingested
Is splattered on the page
For all to see
Even me
And oh the bittersweet
That I had longed to keep
Held down
Is passed around
Until it’s lost its connotation
It will become someone’s quotation
And no longer be my own
The name attached means nothing
For the poet is a ghost
That roams these floors of mine
That haunts my weary mind
Like you
Cutting deep into
Everything I do
©Kay Salady
Posted on May 20, 2013, in poetry and tagged bittersweet, connotation, cutting, ghost, haunts, poet, quotation, rub, scab, superficial, vinegar, weary mind. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Wonderful poem.
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Thanks very much, Anders.
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You’re welcome, dear Kay.
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