I can’t let go.
I’m looped into
The current of
Electricity
Jangled
Burned
Helpless.
Were it
A matter of choice
I would have
Let you go
When you slipped
Your hand from mine
When you
Turned away.
But it’s not that
Easy.
If it were
I’d have let go
By now.
I can’t.
I am
Looped in.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Looped
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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