Noel Marsh

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

27 - Poem by Noel Marsh

Youthful lies
Quiet indiscretions
And infidelities
Lost and screaming
For your attention
Or mine
A cut
Just breaking the skin
Running short of red
The scars
That tie
And bind
And gag our life together
A tapestry of hurt and need
Desire and oppression
And I guess that is all there is left
These years to be lived
Remember when I thought
That was long ago
When time was sure to end somewhere before 27 became a reality
And here I am
Far past that stage
That age
To look back and be glad
To not be
Not be attached to those that lost
To not be one of the lost
But back to when I was
From time and place
Simply to other times and other places
It didn’t make much sense
That life was
Marking time
Just waiting for change
For a symbolic upheaval of love and worthiness
And now I don’t know where this is all going
She’s not here
And I
I’m not there
The one who pushed
And tripped me into pieces
And forced inside of me the need to run and flee
Does it matter now
The way that it did then
Chances are
For you it does
For me
Life moved on
Not too far past those 27 years
To a place where I just cant see
The anger
The pain
And the madness that ensued.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 22, 2006

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