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Wait Too Long...


I've defied 
good common sense
which said:
cut my losses,
cut and run,
cut away this malignancy
that keeps me
out of balance,
out of luck,
out of love,
a witness to 
your lost potential;
dreaming of a former
you.

I've tiptoed around the issue,
prayed for symmetry,
searched for synergy,
begged for sympathy,
but no others see my plight
or hear my plea,
and there are no greener pastures,
bucolic landscapes
for effecting
an alternate ending
to this sordid tale.

No, I have missed my chances,
and all that I am left with
is a tenuous balance 
on the edge,
and a free fall into an open pit,
whichever way I fall.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.

11 comments:

J Cosmo Newbery said...

That drips sadness and despair!

February 2, 2014 at 1:16 AM
oldegg said...

The angst expressed is probably mostly against herself for being so stupid in the first place to land herself where she is. Misplaced trust is the cause for sure. Clearly time to make a move.

February 2, 2014 at 2:33 AM
Jae Rose said...

If you wait too long..jumping over the edge often becomes the only solution to an unsolvable problem..maybe the best we can hope for is bailing out with enough resources inside to re-build..

February 2, 2014 at 4:59 AM
Robyn Greenhouse said...

Such sadness from the start until that "free fall into an open pit".

February 2, 2014 at 5:00 AM
soulsmusic said...

Ah, the trying to talk oneself out of something one has chosen and now regrets. Sad yes, but also incredibly human,

Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

February 2, 2014 at 5:40 AM
kkkkaty said...

This is scary...one need the right tools to talk to and nurture one's self...your narrow form gave this more ummff!

February 2, 2014 at 6:47 AM
Laurie Kolp said...

Aww... so sad. There is always hope, no matter what.

February 2, 2014 at 7:59 AM
Björn said...

I find this most sad.. you have used the words seamlessly but paint a bleak picture of relationships destined for disaster....

February 2, 2014 at 8:36 AM
annell said...

Sometimes we are so stuck in our own rut, it is necessary to jump, just to find out where we will land. It is never too late to shake it up.

February 2, 2014 at 9:06 AM
brenda w said...

The tenuous balance holds up your narrator. May it grow stronger. Your words are painful and well-penned.

February 2, 2014 at 11:24 AM
Alice Audrey said...

That's a harsh place to be.

February 4, 2014 at 1:23 AM