Fragile...
Punch my pain upon the page -
loud and lousy - rushing rage...
Thump my fist with vicious thrust -
force my fingers - yes I must...
All the mixture and the mess -
scream confusion - more or less...
Nothing straight or yes or no -
always twisting - lurching low...
Pleasing no one in my sight -
puzzle pieces - never right...
Pain and pleasure pull both ways -
fragile freedom - fragile days...
Joy Weare,
24th May, 2011.
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