I plan carefully the foundation of my downfall;
such a construction must be steady on the ground
so that, if the machinations may stall,
there will be little destruction to the creations around.
Destroy myself; and keep peace with the neighbours:
quite an ironic objective
since these people in my life only add to my labours
and build a love best called defective.
Too much; it’s become an exponential component of disgust.
Too long, an incomplete project left outside for years to rust.
So such is the tornado engulfing my mind;
so strong that all true emotions are left behind.
Leave me be – I turn to dust.
Let me see the regression of a love once fruitful.
Leave me here – I need no rescue.
Let me hear the stillness signifying the absence of you.
The peace, the quiet,
the calm after the riot.
I’m left alone, presently not whole;
at least with no-one pretending to fill your role.
© Annalinde Louw 2009
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This piece was written on 7 January 2009