A Promise Made

Say it once,
they say don't ever say it.
I said it.
Twice.

Don't listen.

Forget I spoke,
continue on
and pretend
my words are like
pennies . . .
too numerous to count,
meant to be ignored.

Vision blinded by a desperate hope,
heart blocked by a soundproof wall.

Keep on skiing on your isolated slopes
away from my paths,
away from my words,
away from my wishes.

I made you a promise,
I provided the follow-through,
was I only writing with boomerangs?
Did I send it all back to me?

Wrapping my arms around myself,
I try to find my thoughts . . .
What am I thinking,
what have I done?
Is my mind really gone?
Twisting, curling, in a ball.

Please find a place for me,
give me a reason to spread.
I'm crouching, kissing my knees,
wanting to get some sanctuary
and a promise
from your shudder-evoking voice,
from your disgusting, misplaced, thoughtless
questions.
Leave me
alone.
Back home!
Songs of Me
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