melissaahowells
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I'm the Finisher
the one who holds on when she should no longer touch things and words and memories immutable and singular stuff not of dreams but more like nightmares I'm the Finisher I memorize people and things are not intangibles I linger in the essence its essential yet, I've been told I stay too long I'm the Finisher I stare into space until it no longer lingers everything diminishes grows shorter even my hair but somehow I must finish all of this Why do I need to be an occupier of any stage remember every moment every anguish or rage every love and every single age and all to which it attached? you only go round the bases once I won't be coming back is that the facts there's no guarantee to get it all right even when you finish something's left someone's left undone. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD AND HOPEFULLY WITH THIS I CAN REST TIME DATE STAMPED 4;16AM JANUARY 26 2019 "IF THIS IS ANY ART FOR WHICH YOU CARE.... WOULDN'T IT BE NICE NOT TO HAVE FLAWS BUT THEN, I WOULDN'T BE THE FINISHER. Vote for this poem |
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