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I Know You
by
Rusty Broadspear
I know you, oh so very well,
Your age and sex is of no import to me.
If you should grin and leave because you do not believe,
Then nothing will change,
I will still know you, oh so very intimately.
Read on reader but beware
For my insight has the power to scare
The sturdiest of souls.
Sit back, relax for a moment,
Tension will surely soon return.
I know you carry many agendas,
To fulfill one today will mean many are added.
I know this, you know this
We are both very much aware.
You only appear to be in control.
You are fighting cancerous monsters
Of susceptibility and vulnerability.
Momentary panic attacks,
Nervous signals from Scaresville,
Wherever that might be, you know there is such a place.
Reminders of the relentless flow of time,
Unkept promises.
Forever too late to say unsaid words
Now parting is accomplished
And back is turned and you’ve walked away.
Who have you hurt recently?
Intend to put matters right? You know you won’t.
You are living with intentions
And a package of so many pretentions,
As you steal each day as if it was yours.
You are receiving more than your worth
And have learnt to deal with guilt.
Dispensing meagre measures of goodwill
With no effort, easily afforded,
Nothing ruined, nothing spilt.
Smug, yet deeply afraid in life,
Knowing death awaits
But your ticket to Heaven is bought and paid for.
Swallowing doubts as they rise up to argue.
Looking forward to a holiday.
Friends and family, pillars of support.
Deeply buried suspicions and resentment
That only you and I know of,
Bubble and fester, bitter and bilious.
As you take more from another day.
Well reader, are your nerves raw and sore,
Have icy fingers touched and lightly scraped?
I could tell you more, a lot more.
I know you, oh so very well
As we both stealthily, tentatively, step into the future.
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