Heart feels ripped open
But she refuses
Just one question
I need an answer
Men need to try
Make a small attempt
To fix things
If it is possible
If it is their fault
But I get no chances
I have no clue
The multitasking
Does not exist
And my attention
Was somewhere else
Like a cat
Pestered by children
She only withdraws more
Obviously perturbed
That I don’t already know
The answer to my question
If I knew
I wouldn’t ask
But it doesn’t matter
We are back at games of past
That I thought were long over
I just wish the tears
Would wash this away
Show her how sincere I am
They won’t come
Only a rapid beat
Wanting to burst
Through the walls of my chest
That she cannot feel
From the other side of the room
6 comments:
Bitter-sweet and lovely. The poem undoubtedly is weaved from the fibers of the heart, no wonder its language speaks clearly to the heart that reads and understands.
http://jeques.wordpress.com/2007/12/18/my-first-snowre-posted-for-writers-island/
I wish you well this season.
~ Jeques
The being sincere part stood out to me, going through that now. Wishing you a happier Christmas!
So many games are just not fun. Melancholy piece - lots of depth and reminders in here...
It's not easy being a man! They just don't understand us!I know.
Merry Christmas, Chris! What a powerful poem about communication and relationships. It's hard to overcome the barriers and different styles that men and women have, but always worth the effort. Keep trying!
I hope it all works out for you Chris.
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