Friday, January 13, 2012

TV to Life—a poem


The flickering talons grab and grasp

Engulfing us in that linear world.

“Why did he do it?” They ask.

“He can’t bear the thought of being alone.

No man can.”


Turning, twisting, tearing free.

“Is it true?”

“Do you have a fear of being alone?”

“Are you afraid of losing me?”


“Are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Afraid of losing me.”

“I guess so.”


My heart convulses

As I am wrenched into his world

Where fear of loss pervades.

Their script ended; but

I slog on, scriptless, scared.

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