Mis- Poem by Kinga Fabo
Mis-
He asked about my favourite scent.
Then left.
Now I'm singing, being
misgivingly polite,
for him a rest.
Silence. All the motions inside.
Seduced, suspended. There is
no way out. My own dark powers arrest.
Slowly growing killing cells
retaliate: retell
each word. Every gesture.
Never never never ends,
not even after my death.
Singing another - me - at best?
Better than a lover left.
Each word is some taking the hook.
I misunderstand to be
misunderstood.
Seduced, suspended. There is no way out. My own dark powers arrest. Slowly growing killing cells. love these lines in your poem. thank you very much dear poetess.
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4/25/2024 2:38:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Seduced, suspended. There is no way out. My own dark powers arrest. Slowly growing killing cells........... love, passion and all the experiences which are very much human .. all that you have portrayed in a very original way. thank you for sharing.. tony