Thursday, February 08, 2007

[Poem] Moving

I can’t go back,
What that place does to you…
It doesn’t fit me,
Or I don’t fit it

I don’t want to see her again,
Memories of her don’t fit right…
She went through the pains,
I felt them, every one

I won’t let it happen,
She’ll not claim me…
But if I win the fight,
What then… ?

There’s no reason
No rhyme
I’m broken


At 2 March 2007 at 22:05 , Anonymous Aaron said...

Hi Pooky,

Came to your blog off your link in the SFX forum!

Love this poem... it applies to so much that's happened to me in the last month... Strange how poems, like song lyrics, can suddenly seem so relevant to one's own circumstances, even though written by someone else with different intent...

At 2 March 2007 at 22:31 , Blogger Pooky said...

Hi Aaron,

Welcome to my blog.

Thanks for your comment. I'm glad you saw something relevant to you.

And besides... you don't know what my intent was ;)

At 3 March 2007 at 00:04 , Anonymous Aaron said...

Ah, you have me there ;)

At 4 March 2007 at 00:48 , Blogger Pooky said...

But then again... maybe you do :D

Ah, the joy of poetry!


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