C.R.A.P.

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C.R.A.P.

I have tried. I have tried so very hard to correspond

To what you wish for me to be now: alone and never

Fall prey to self-derision or a lack of respect for your decision to abscond

And somehow find the motivation to carry on up an ever-steeper hill though

There is no longer anything waiting at the summit.

 

But you can’t know how hard it’s been, harder than I ever imagined how

When we were happy and ignorant and ungrown and whether

I truly knew or not, you are my best friend so who do I turn to now?          

To listen to my shame that all has come undone and will know

That you were so agonisingly wrong supposing I would never commit

 

Or that I’m not capable of many tears for the years of little plans we believed

Would be realised with tenfold the joy with which they were thrown together

Or the beautiful, mother-eyed children who will never be conceived?

I have no one, so the tears shall fall on my own shoulder via your old pillow

And the ring shall stay boxed in the attic next to Grannie’s old sewing kit.

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knight4696 commented on C.R.A.P.

11-10-2010

Wow AP - Quite the descriptive write ,, Very visual and infused with raw emotion .. I love the way you convey! :) Great job! Ken

jademelissa74 commented on C.R.A.P.

10-14-2010

This piece releases anger in a very piercing manner. The imagery that you painted was extremely vivid and full of emotions. It made me feel the exposure of a once warm heart. Well done!

arronpalmer

10/14/2010

You are spot on. Unlike 'Coffee', this poem is quite serious. As you say, it is about a time when I was accepting, though still possibly struggling to, that a long-term relationship with a girl I had planned to propose to had soured. The title is not a half-hearted slur by the way, my initials are quite clearly AP, but hers were (are, as she's still alive!) CR, which seems fitting that a relationship between two people whose intitals spell CRAP ended up as, well, crap. Thanks again!

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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