A Nagging Suspicion
Go ahead
take charge of me
point me in whatever direction
you think I need to be
Go ahead,
direct me
assuming any position
you'd like to see
Sometimes I wonder
why I threw it all away
the marionette doll
finally hit the wall
The cross of wood splintered
legs caught in the strings
there is nothing it couldn't winter
this total indifference to feelings
I see the bruises on his arms
a domineering personality
with such abrupt finality
has lost its soiled charm
The hair is standing up on his arms
a nagging suspicion
is causing alarm
time to make a decision
Anything is better than nothing
the glass is neither empty nor full
a parade of never ending clichés
eventually will take its toll
mathiasthom
written 11/27/09
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