Unhinged Poem by L C Vieira

Unhinged



I'm anxious now.

Who are you with your secrets
when I but beg for truth
and for some certain honesty?

This panic in my chest - I had forgotten
is back.

I turn away
from your smooth words -
honey flowing
over my poor memory.

Was anything of substance spoken?

We carry on. I carry on, scattered
as if this is a dream and not just us.

(2012)

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L C Vieira

L C Vieira

Lisbon, Portugal
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