Treasure Island

Stanley Collymore


You’re out of control!


By Stanley Collymore

What is it that you really want from me? For you’ve never
said, and having wracked my brains for all it’s worth to
find out I still don’t know nor dare to claim that I
understand. And why these silly games of yours
that you insist on playing, especially since
I’ve made it abundantly clear to you in
words and gestures that I’m no
longer interested in you and
much less so in what you’re up to?
Yet incredibly you persist in
carrying on as though
nothing has
changed.

So please take my advice and stop all this nonsense
that you’re indulging in before your behaviour
leads to even greater harm than what it has
already caused; and additionally with the
grave possibility of you even unconsciously,
if you persevere with it, of creating for
yourself an altogether untenable
situation from which you’ll
almost certainly experience
considerable difficulty in freely
extricating yourself; if at all. And frankly,
to sum it all up in a simple and rather
straightforward sentence: “You’re
desperately in need of quite
serious psychiatric help! ”

© Stanley V. Collymore
24 October 2013.

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Why is it that so many British people evidently lack the courage, mental maturity and even the moral fibre to say when it relates to love or deep personal emotions involving themselves what precisely it is that they expect and genuinely want from such involved relationships; or frankly just aren’t prepared to countenance or permit under any circumstances; generating the needless dysfunctional relationships that several of them put up with and unhappily exist in across every stratum and social class of British society with all their innumerable sociological and financial consequences for society generally and the average hard-pressed taxpayer in particular? Get a life folks! Get out of the morass you’re in and independently chart your own course in life.

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