18 February 2009

While being consoled.

You tell me to be still
and I yearn to destroy it all.
I want to hear breaking glass,
push you away,
and yet,
to break your fall.

3 comments:

Robert said...

Very good (surprise, surprise). I think I've felt like that.

Is this thematically part of the Funeral group?

Typewriter said...

Ah, no. I do think the last line would have to be changed somehow for that to work, but maybe that's only because I know who it was sort of meant to...hm.

semaphore said...

Well-crafted, even the rhyme that anchors the free verse echoes the ambivalence.