Wednesday, May 05, 2010


This owned part of my soul
I sold to you so long ago
can not help
(by nature or cosmic obligation)
but to let you back in.

I try to fight
the good fight
(with soul wrenching resistance)
only to get knocked
from the figurative ring.

I argue with my head
but the heart always wins.
Like a bug drawn towards light
I bang myself into her
again & again.


Raisa said...

Your poems remind me of moments in my life. How odd that someone else's words poured out on a page evoke feelings in me.

I really like this poem. I have someone who I wish I could forget, but I keep getting drawn back in.

Mohamed said...

nice poem sir I like it thnx