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Insecure / Helpless


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Much of my poetry comes from a place deep within, (you rarely see me writing about birds and landscapes for example) and I'm not ashamed to lay open my raw emotions, revealing a somewhat fragile state.
(Genetics? Upbringing? Nothing so simple?)

Many of us are, but some are better at masking it than others.



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So here it is.
A poem from 2012 that has never been published. 
(like the bulk of my poetry. Not rejected per se, merely not submitted)




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My Holier than thou has dropped
Scattered from my persona
I’ve given up on the Defence
(A dilapidated fence)
And pretence.

I’m an empty casket
Waiting for a body
I’m nothing new
But a rusted freight train
Barelling towards the shed
Without any goods.

If only the cargo could be loaded
In a way to allow
An event unfamiliar
A complete special offer
A surprise package
Without fabricated trimmings.

I’m weary of my shell
Is there not an Option Two?
Purchase and Check out
Without Checking out.

An enduring sigh
Even knowing why.




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Poetry has sometimes helped me in bouts of depression. Well, I like to think so.
I can look at it, analyse it, and hopefully then put it behind me. Not always successful of course. That's life.

How do you vent?




More Poetry.

Next post, a trip down Memory Lane.


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Have a great week.

Cheers
Anthony


3 comments:

  1. This made me feel some things that I haven't felt in a while. Your poem took me right there. I can't think of a higher compliment to give you than that.
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    When I'm feeling good, and things are going well, I hate the poetry I write. I need the words to come from a darker and deeper place.

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    1. That is a great compliment. Thanks Pat.
      It's true for many forms of creative self-expression I think. When you're happy, you're too busy enjoying life to worry. I'm trying some 'happy' poems right now. They're ok. Not as good as the darker ones.

      Cheers my friend.

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  2. I'm surprised this one hasn't been published.
    It's another wonderfully human one, Anthony, and I really like the rhythm.

    Good things and thoughts to you, friend. xo

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