Tangent

by Ceridwen Fair (Sagittarius) - Not entered

The confusion,
    How shall I define it?
    For you it will be simply that 'other' feeling
    Does it strike you as cruel
    to make peace?
    Make peace with your unforgiving consciense.
    Time again you will see that
    it is eternity that counts.
    But nothing  shall stir,
    within your senseless heart.
    
    Why do you go.
    Why do you go
    when you know that it is me
    who is leaving?
    
    Will you wake one day?
    This slumber will it stop?
    And in a sleep induced daze
    may you find that 'gone' is the
    only word upon your lips
    The only word you say ?
    Solitude the only word you know.
    
    Trapped within the temptations of the past
    Choices between eating now or later.
    Are they relevant, irrelevant?
    
    Why do you know 
    Why do you know, but never say.
    Why do you know 
    when it is me who is wise?

    You tell me.
    I can't decide.
    Mindless unsculptured body.
    The soft framework of self being.
    Do I have the want to be kneaded?
    Needed, you would say.
    Take shape around my own faith.
    It has been invested in you.
  
    Care not because I depend upon it 
    Participate for the gain.
    May I know you do when I go,
    Purely because you know.

Reason for writing:

    I write poetry, or rather I write words that form what could be classified when combined together as some form of poetic art. I merely repeat words that are produced in my head. These words are put there by the 'endearlings'.  They compose these thoughts so that I may convey what it is they are trying to say. Anytime anywhere, I can write what they are telling me. For most of the time it makes little sense, I do not know the meaning of their words and thoughts. I do feel however that this poem expresses the feelings of a person torn between the decision of leaving a person, or well known place, for the want to move on. Hence the title TANGENT meaning straying off outside the circle. I care not what it means, but I do care what others feel it means. My poetry takes shape around the individual reading it, so that they must decide what it represent for them.
    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-05-16 06:06:12
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:14
Poem ID: 49600

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