Mar 2012
muscles twitching
and mind wandering.
Why have you come back to haunt me?
Bones popping and creaking,
a death rattle of hips and shins.
But I no longer wish to right
any sort of wrongs.
If only you considered me then,
the way you consider me now.
and mind wandering.
Why have you come back to haunt me?
Bones popping and creaking,
a death rattle of hips and shins.
But I no longer wish to right
any sort of wrongs.
If only you considered me then,
the way you consider me now.
The title is to be read as the first line of the poem. Oftentimes, when a poem is found or submitted without a title, the first line is merely repeated to create one. Therefore, it is read or spoken twice. I don't care for the redundancy of it. I want to ensure a smooth transition, so the title always sets the path for the rest of the poem.
