Fickle breeze

Damn me, damn you, for letting this happen
And damn the fickle breeze for unearthing
That which was methodically packed away,
closed up, tightly latched and locked,
then buried deep down - far from reach.

Damn me for allowing such trivial words
hurl me right back to the exact place
Back to the feeling, back to the churning
Back to the mixed upside down world,
fiddling with this damn latch & key.

Damn you for the invisible powers you hold
and captivating spirit that draws me inwards
Back to the feelings I wrapped up so neatly
Back to the anxiousness I certainly cast.
Damn me. Damn the breeze. Damn you.
Damn this fickle heart of mine.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

So powerfully confessed. How it seems that no matter how high we build the walls, or how fiercely we lock the doors, there are those who find ways to pierce us deep. Aching in the very thought of it.

[thetish]

Thank you kindly for reading and your comment.

[Ruth]

Not only frustration but the aftermath of the flood gates being reopened and the addressing of its consequences, really powerfully done...

[thetish]

Many thanks for your comment and for stopping by to read.

[Jibey]

The repetition of 'damn' drives home the frustration and anger wrapped up i this poem. The neat construction is like a contrast to the changeable and annoying changes of emotion and mood occasioned the writing. Just when we think we have our lives under control, they break out into the wild again.

I thought this was a good, strong poem, like a safety valve ejaculating steam.

[Sapientiam]

Cursing things that can't be controlled seems to be a motif in this poem, and I find it interesting. The heart is often a mystery, it doesn't know what it wants. It's quite fickle. I like the part where you say that you were thrown back into previous circumstances. That is a common feeling, that our thoughts and our hearts lead us in a circle, going nowhere. The words just flowed really nicely and the topic was engaging. Great job!

[thetish]

Thanks for your comment! I was cursing my fickle heart, indeed.