Terre Haute

Take a look behind me now

see the patterns keep repeating

Round and round like a pinwheel

While there’s nothing wrong; it’s all benign

Seems the harsh hate of words I don’t mind

 

Realize I’m the one who ended all along

Where are we we’re not the same

Day through day with so much work and little pay

Is easy to imagine your moments away

Life is just life it’s life it’s like this

 

I’m the one who ended; cashed out

Drowned myself before my wedding vows

Water rolls over my fingertips but I can’t feel

Something between hot and cold

Like thick milk left on the counter

 

Hear wind chimes now all the time

I can’t not hear the wind chimes all the time

Like a train whistle left stuck in my mind 

This poem is about: 
Me

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