this urge....

i peeled the bandages
off of 
yesterday
     winced at
     words wasted 
and it stung like
venomous sin
     fresh wounds begging
     irrigation

thoughts squandered
     sentences staggered 
          tenses tripped
passages never freed
to flow
     enumerate
     enunciate
all of it gone
     inspiration flushed     
     and passed
     away

this weeks words wasted
and i’m washed up
like
     rain
droplets wandering
     in diminishing tracks
urging
every pane
     
outside
the words beg
to be let back
in
fingers sliding between
     the cracks
     of my frame
pushing doors
stressing hinges
     scraping the threshold
     
my words want
this page

but i need 
     you 
to run through 
these lines
          pause at my spaces
find yourself 
               in the 
               quiet
of those 
     in-between places

turn the corners
     mark the pages
give me passage
               assuage
these aches

let me know
     these words
     are not just
          awake
not simple somethings
     discarded like
     lies
but taken (true)
     swallowed whole
loose     
          to travel like
          wonder
                    through your
                    veins
                    irrigating 
yesterday’s wounds
again

Reviews

[FateDictates]

wow this had me mesmerised caught up captivated and more..loved the clever outlay.
"i peeled the bandages
off of
yesterday"
" pause at my spaces
find yourself
in the
quiet
of those
in-between places"
these are all such great classic lines...love love this piece....

[ChemicalMadness]

Thanks, MOM....wait, we might need a different acronym for you ;)

[FateDictates]

uhhh no no no anything but MOM..note to self change name!!

[K. Louis]

outside
the words beg
to be let back in

i like this image a lot. and i enjoyed this.

[ChemicalMadness]

Thanks, K.