Not Knowing Still Haunts Me


Television glow battling bedroom darkness
Paying little attention
Straining eyes
No will to move
and put the light on


Agonising thoughts on repeat in my head
What did they get up to? Where does this leave me? Where does this leave us?
Last night
was painful and humiliating
Helplessly watching the side show unfold;
an unwilling spectator


A scenario devoid of understanding and definition
Limbo
I feel like calling it quits


Queasy feeling
An uneasy feeling
Immeasurable want
to punch a hole through the wall
selfish, and jealous
I can't apologise
I'm all too human
All too real
and I feel like calling it quits
 
 
--Simon L. Read

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