One Slow Motion Jagged Tear
One slow motion jagged tear
found me after you left me here.
Its wetness sits still upon my face
as I stare at absolutely no place.
What I do live and what I dream
and all sundries fitting in between,
now struggle in a frenzied dance
passing thru, in and out, this circumstance.
My brain is mush circling a clueless groove.
Surely I need attempt an enlightened next move.
Acceptance failed to enter as you shut the door,
yet life as I knew it just quit being anymore.
I find I simply cannot find my identity.
Perhaps it left with you and my clarity.
I seek the fetal position to settle my shout,
but fail as foreign fear painfully moans out.
Took years upon years to grow the weeds
that saturated our passionate love seeds.
One, final quarrel for over's mural – over ... gone -
long did time hold this deed
to crush in a moment’s stampede.
So blurred is our delaying need -
I cannot quite feel to recall,
was it owned by fear or urge to succeed?
... CayCay
December 22, 2016
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