It amazes me how I keep on ticking on
in the usual way when I know
that my terrorist heart is building a nail bomb
ready to slash up my life
scar everyone I know
tumble down other people's edifaces
not advance my cause at all
refuse to participate in peace talks
and go on hunger strike.
It amazes me that I continue
to smile politely at strangers
listen carefully to people's problems
make jokes with my colleagues
chitchat at bus stops with innocent bystanders
reply to everyone's messages
all while being absolutely furious
that they're all not you.
Come back.
If you liked this poem, you might like: At Night When You Were Not There
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Comments (4)
The best thing you can give to your loved ones is time.
Deeply feeling! This is very good and very poignant. The list of the hearts “crimes” was so well written
Oh that awful feeling...like the world should really stop moving when we are unhappy. Why does everyone keep smiling and making me even sadder. I so get this poem. I wish I had the invisibility cloak.
"Furious that they're all not you". I felt that line so deeply in my bones! Loved your poem!