A Waste Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker

and so it creeps back
this unyielding thorn,
when the defenses crack,
and certainty's torn.

to find my way through
not knowing how i started
is harder when the truth
is easily discarded.

to silence the query
and the noises in my head
when i'm nothing but wary
about all that you've said;

is impossible, it seems
when i'm thinking of you
with all of the dreams
and words to undo.

but you're still on my mind
and hanging on strong.
you're all that i find
in every word, thought, and song.

so you came to me
from some place safe
but you came to be
an absolute waste.

(Kuala Lumpur,6 March,2005)