Apprehension.

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 13, 2014


Sharps and flats,
that's how your words
perform...
I wonder if you ever
rehearse tones,
or if the stage merely
swallows any forethought.
I'm trying not to dig a grave
after each dismissal,
but I haven't put the shovel
down yet.

In this life, we have to pick
our battles, and there is no point
in blaming what cannot be changed.
This distress, this chaos,
this pressure like needles on my head
is part of my imagination, right?
You didn't mean to leave a hole
in my heart with shapeless apathy...
because I know you care in other ways

(you must).

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Written 8/05/14 @ 9:36 PM
Club Battle #2

One lesson my mom taught me that I have found very true and full of wisdom, is that we have to choose our battles. Not everything is worth fighting about or bringing up the past over. Sometimes we have to forgive or respect the other person... but only we can know if it's worth it to truly speak up about it, if it will do any good.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Music metaphors work well here because of the way you wrote it and talked about. It seems like this persons words are very sharp and cut deep. Though I do not know how to read music, the stage is a great thought. Each "fight" is a performance that no one really enjoys. I like the shovel/grave lines. That tells me that you just want to get away from the fight because no one truly wins. We always blame other people for our problems and that's when lives change and emotions come into play. It never ends well. People care, but we each show it in a different way. Great write!

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