Hook

He disperses each thread, a convenient fisherman
In this, a fish, an absorbing past time

Maybe I just wanted that excuse to bite, to cling
In this, a mutual urge to nourish some crippling void
So to speak, appetite may have masked my better judgment
To which I got sucked under, tossed back, left parched, although
Each time you evade my compulsory flicker of gaze, I can’t help but wonder
Really, was it just ill-intentions or maybe you’re just human enough to notice…

Lower back to that enviable isolation, troubles aside
Only God knows who’d miss this; what have we learned?
Validation may ravage each fish we pursue, but
Each line eventually falls back into blue

by k8m on Wednesday, December 14, 2011

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