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Do I really need this money as this job shall be, the death of me. But I think that's what I really want, when I think subconsciously. Now such a thought I think a thought I think much oftenly. A thought I think is killing me I thought I washed my hands of this I thought I washed them worthily. Why have things come back to this For it gives me quite the splendid rush, when I feel that inviting touch. There's tapping on my shoulder, I turn around to say, "Hello," but by then the feeling's over. Why was it here, if just to go? When it knows it could've said hello. When it knows it could've said, "Hello," Why did still it, decide that it will go. When it knows I want it so. Not so much stalking me more so much watching me. Gazing with amazing so abrasing, curiosity. It could come by. It could say, "Hi." Instead it just sits right there. While I yell back, "You know, it's not polite to stare." Always makes me kind of, kind of wonder why. I kind of wonder why of to it am thoughtless wonder I. Right there is where is where it sits right there. Staring at me It looks so happy While I taunt it While it knows I want it. As it's embrace came close soon. Right when I thought that we would meld Right as we were about to blend us two was right when it. When it withheld. I thought it knew I wanted it, I thought it knew I loved it. That thought I know I want it. That thought of thinking of it. The thought that is now growing. The thought that is now showing. My thought it's endless knowing My thought now where's it going As quickly as it's come it's already gone away. What is it that it's telling me? What's it that it's trying to say? Maybe it's trying to let me know, that while my behavior might seem so, it isn't quite yet and not quite right yet but still I might yet. though even so and even though it's not yet quite my time to go. When I say goodbye . My last goodbye to my friend There it is, there it is again Like a customer, who walks into a store. One who doesn't buy a thing, but the next day comes on back for more. It knows it's not my answer and it tells me such It knows that it can steer me If I'm willing much I don't think I want this, even while I want this. More so I want something different and that is what it's offer is.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 9/12/2011 9:31:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured this week Grobb. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/12/2011 12:27:00 AM
congrats Grobb on featured poem this week on PS.. awesome one to share luv..
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