Multiple Contusions

Everywhere I go I hang my home on the wall
You can’t really see it but I know it’s there
It could be framed by red, blue or maybe white
But what I know to be necessary is not about how you care

A smokey virus of tangible helplessness
Follows a long period of being in the know
It may take a week or possibly an additional day
Then I will know which direction I will blow

The ditch continues in the alley behind the latest
So many have flooded it with aspiration
I don’t recognize the latest color
But I know the sound from a long ago consideration

You can’t imagine what it is that a day will bring
Unless you you’ve lived long enough to turn to experience
In the fear of repeating what was abandoned long ago
You think maybe it’s a search that ended with your last romance

Even though I always thought it would be the perfect scenario
An adult situation is really just tick tock watch the clock
I could try it out just to see what happens while I pleasure someone
But pride can’t live like that so that’s not a door where I’ll knock

Sometimes I walk backwards into the bathroom because it makes me smile
Or maybe argue with someone over who was at the window first
You can’t really know what makes a man happy any more than a woman
What seems simple is in fact a front for a death row march into a used curse

If I make you wait long enough for you to marry another man would you do it?
Would you wait that long and tell him you love him but in fact see my face?
You may have to do it because one day I may not even recognize who you are
When the final word of approval evaporates then the flowers will die in the vase

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Deep Metaphysical 4 years ago from India

The final line did it for me mate, great finish to a worthy poem.

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christin53 4 years ago from UK

Lovely poem and the final line did it for me too.

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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Oh My this is beautiful and so realistic.. I am sharing


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Deep, christin & Deborah - Thank you for the nice comments. I truly appreciate it....

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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

awesome poem...

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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you raciniwa; sorry I took so long to respond.

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