- Non-Erotic Poetry
- It Really Is Important to Me
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Every shirt neatly folded,
every sock pair matched,
and now all my bags sit in a corner.
Every breath heavy,
every silent second vibrating
beneath my skin, this evening.
Two events scheduled
and my head rolls in anticipation
of bewildering trepidation.
Still so scared, as I sit,
as I wait to fulfill my promise
uncertain of why I'm going.
Fear of the finality
as I place the dream, fantasy, illusion
up to the cold light of reality.
"I will go," I repeat.
I will be witness to what is
and what is not, but I go, either way.
Bags in the corner,
packed a day too early
because of my impatience and uncertainty.
I continue to sit here
and breathe every minute
as I wait for the trip to begin.
- COMMENTS
YDDalmost 20 years agoA novel theme and insight into the compulsive's fear of the novel and uncontrolled.
Thank you
Tathagataalmost 20 years agothe anticipation.
Like a bouncing leg, or pacing the floor.
Well done
( and I hope your trip is all you hope it will be)
: )
