Monday 19 March 2012


A slimy, slithery snake of ill regret
slides into the head, like a dropped glass
the illusion shatters, jagged edges
tearing confidence to tiny, tearful shreds.
Vengeful recollections flood back with melancholy
dancing in delight upon unwanted memories
of each and every stupidity, each misplaced word
like posioned barbs made of lead, their weight
crushing, collapsing self-respect into a ball
to be kicked clumsily about, shouting.
Telling the sorry tale of inadequacy primed
like a hair trigger, always sensitive
to the slightest touching on a dismal past,
bewildered by an unclear, shapeless self-given
rebuke which never tires of its own voice
...screaming loudly, remaining unheard by all.

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