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Un(en)titled As Yet

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Plucking formless shapes
From the angst within
Giving them names
Fond, obsessive-

You’re by far the favourite.

shard

I tell that particular
Jagged shard
With his name on it.

You shall forever be
Impaled in my heart.
Try as I might
I know I’ll never
Be safe, without you.

To let you go,
Would bleed me
Lifeless.

And with you-
Within-
That slow poison
Of your affectation
Would consume
Any life

I could own.

And yet, Am I?
Am I not?

I am lost.
Without you.

5 January, 2017

Online, because them words demand my attention 🙂

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

2 thoughts on “Un(en)titled As Yet

  1. The angst of bottled-up words
    Must be writ to be free as birds
    Or recited in verse
    No matter how terse
    Otherwise aren’t we as good as sheep herds?!

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