Geeta's Poems

Private Demons - II

How many times have I told you


not to come and visit me?

But all in vain...


You come at will


- deliberately?

- to cause me pain.


Even though you try not to be found


I see you always around

lying in wait


with your tempting bait

of imaginative monopoly.


Trembling shadows, lonely corners,


fragments heard from hurried whispers.

Nerveless fingers,


tuneless days and locked up dreams

and fruitless searching-afters.


Small white hands to draw out


guileless expressions

from behind the bars


of impotence.

Would that you bury yourself


and no longer come to visit me?

... In every meeting, you don’t realise


the violent thoughts

that hit me.


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{ Alone } { Where?... } { Evening } { The Touch of Your Hand } { The Moon }
{ Waiting } { To P... } { Creases } { Your Fingers } { Stock-Taking }
{ Private Demons - I } { A Resolution } { Questions } { Freedom to Be }
{ Relationships } { Sensations } { Death } { Life's Choices } { All for Love }
{ To You.. { After Life } { After the Storm - I } { After the Storm - II } { Self Discovery }
{ A Reassessment } { The Fall } { Anchorless } { To D... } { Peace }
{ Stray Poems } { The Morning After } { There are no Goodbyes... } { The Essence }

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