Friday, 28 September 2012

Sense of an ending


Same old, same old.
Love not coming
Stalled, incomprehensible
Present, there.
Not out of reach, but.
That which I already know
Unsatisfying.
How did I come to this?
Like a magnet set exactly
The opposite polarity.
A note of anger,
Unsettled. Unnerved.
Why do I bring this out
In people?
I must have let myself become
The wrong type of guy.
Perhaps I engage too much
In solitary activities.
Perhaps I have lost touch
With whatever life is about.

(06.07.12)

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