Noel Marsh

Rookie (4/6/74 / Tucson, AZ)

With Me - Poem by Noel Marsh

I carry with me
These faded
Pieces of someone else’s mind
Driftwood of the soul
Their soul
Notches on someone else’s bedposts
Something else
Until then
That’s all there could be
Would be
To track and carry
Your luggage
(and mine)
A burden too much for any one person to bear
Because in the end
I never loved you
Or you never loved me
In the way that I loved you
It would be nice
To sit here
To hear you say that you were sorry
Or that I was
But why keep up the wall that our lies built
If I am somewhere warm
Somewhere safe
Then this really doesn’t matter
Just grist for this mill
But for you
To hang on
To feel something that isn’t and wasn’t
To find and fuel anger
It just never made sense
To me or the others
In the end
You just aren’t there yet
And I’m glad that I am.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 22, 2006

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