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Andrew Kerklaan
Poems
Oct 2013
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I feel somehow that they have mislabelled you
Perhaps just penned you in the wrong ink...
I'm not sure
It seems when I try to describe you, the idea goes sailing away and never anchors home
Slippery one might say...
As the man crawling out from beneath the wreckage of a rolled-over vehicle, slathered face to shins, in blood and *****
And the words that had beckoned to him
Now thoroughly lost...
Nothing more then a few gruelling moments in agony before it was just a memory and a phrase that didn't quite seem to fit...
Unreal.
What did that word even mean?
It felt insulting.
As though the momentary terror that had consumed your reality was nothing more then a passing storm -- No more then a ghost or a Flying Dutchman...
But could the same not be said for it all?
Is any of this
really
what we came here for?
The choice alone is too much for me not to waste it and I fear if I leave it for too long that the choice will inevitably make itself...
But perhaps maybe
that
in turn is the choice
--The freedom
to be
or
not
...
#feelingsofangerandbitterness
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Andrew Kerklaan
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