I can’t bear thinking of anything broken,
Crumpled by fear, how it fills me with loathing.
Life must be perfect and honest and open,
All in straight lines, never angled or sloping.
Why try to touch me with words with no meaning?
Actions dictate all the truths you are screening.
You cannot fix me so why must you taunt me?
Must your opinions continue to haunt me?
Think I will sleep with my dreams that fly higher,
You remain flawed and adrift in the fire.
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I love this – the words, the word play and the first person. I keep thinking the I might be me – especially the ‘All in straight lines’ line! Love!
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Upon further thinking I like the way the poem makes me question my judgements – is ‘I’ The ‘me’ and am I judging? Brilliant!
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Thank you!
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