Bound to
Tear apart tomorrows’ boundaries
and be identical to water,
taking your cue for movement from the wind.
The same way self-respect is chiselled at
by compromise, poverty seduces the mind into despair.
Let it heat up. purify and find a harmony
unusual in its longing and continuance.
I loved you but now I have no urgency or desire.
You are yes and also no.
I can’t say why I can’t hear your music or live
advancing a future beneficial to the eternal stream
and to myself personally.
I don’t know why futility clings
to me like a barnacle, latching on, lingering
one day to the next, crusting my skin
unrecognizable.
I have no solution to eradicate this quagmire
or wash myself of this fiction and allow your reality
to take hold.
The same way life has lost all its questions,
colours get frayed, braided as one into
a dull flat grey.
I see only flaws and the inevitable fate
of those flaws.
I cannot lift myself or script
a worthy chapter.
Tear this apart and take me under,
to witness life bulbous, translucent and
so far removed from my bony heavy mass.
I cannot labour here another day,
brooding in defeat.
I cannot love you and I need help
to love you again, feel my dismemberment
dwarfed, unequalled
by your mercy.
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Copyright © 2024 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” Poet of the Month, May 2024
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2024/05/allison-grayhurst.html
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2024/05/allison-grayhurst-interview.html
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Published in “Raven Cage Zine” March 2024
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1KziCD-bCLEHpu7HuqF-ipNutR-5Bf_Gx/view?pli=1
https://allisongrayhurst.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/RavenCageZine88.pdf
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