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Helpless

by Bishti 

Posted: 23 September 2008
Word Count: 118


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Helpless


Enough hard truths and promises
Hugs and kisses stained with secret regret
And interrupted eye contact

You wobble between parallel worlds
Clutching, afraid to let go
When letting go will send you crashing into fact,
And in your dreams
Weave thin stories
Around the lie of your fabricated life
Paying your way with excuses
Existing in a haze of hope
And despair
When reality tethers you to a noxious plant
Growing somewhere in a war torn land

Reality
That keeps you from being
That loses you from meaning

While well meaning promises
Stuff the mattress supporting your back-tracking spineless effort
With imagined dreams of breaking the habit
Of fixing it

Thinking about it
Is not doing it






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V`yonne at 21:44 on 23 September 2008  Report this post
Sounds like me but I don't know if the title's right given the ending which basically says get off your self pitying backside and do something about you life...
I think pay and exist would be stronger than paying and existing in the 2nd st. I don't think the captilaization serves any purpose. I loved:
While well meaning promises
Stuff the mattress supporting your back-tracking spineless effort
With imagined dreams of breaking the habit
So terse - acidic. Wondeful.

Epona Love at 15:49 on 29 September 2008  Report this post
Really liked the way this is written, very honest and sad. recognising the truth, but feeling helpless to change it. It's like having lost yourself long before you even knew who you were. Great stuff.
Emma x

Kipper at 19:12 on 07 October 2008  Report this post
"and always keep a-hold of Nurse, for fear of finding something worse". Which is a load of Belloc, but "Helpless" somehow put me in mind of it. I take it it's about a failng relationship - or perhaps an illicit one? One that's Going Nowhere (why do we always want to go somewhere?). Though it kind of tastes of a deeper dilemma. It is sad, and good, and as both Emma and Oonah imply, personally recognisable; and I love your stuffed mattress too.
Wow, I've just checked your profile Bishti: you write beautifully for an any-year old, but for a SEVEN year-old...!
Stained hugs, Kipper.


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