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Monday, June 16, 2014

Quandary


Quandary
by Brian Thomas Armstrong

Of all the words I hate to hear
None is worse that comes to ear
Through rain and thunder
Ringing clear
Like gigantic tears on dried skin leather drum-heads 
beating
I love you
But do you hate me?

When were alone together
Feeling whole but somehow incomplete
Enclosed with me in our tiny piece of eternity
Unspoken words start to march in my head
They feed my fears
They defeat my facades
They rape what’s dear
They breed what’s bleeding
Then cage what’s free
Marching me ever closer to the thoughts
I refuse to speak because I will not hear them
Screaming
I hate you
But do you love me?