Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Out of a Crowd

I wouldn’t choose you today if I had to.

Out of a crowd, or all alone.

this makes me want to die

Maybe only to save you from some something.                                                                

Not for the old, not for the new if I had to.

this teaches me to lie  

It’s sad and it’s true.

but only to get by  

Because there’s not much else to do.

no more asking why

With you.

Copyright © 2012 Bill Friday
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  1. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!

    Seriously, you kill it when it comes to poetry.

    1. Really...? Then wait till you read the next one.

  2. I like how you have made two or three poems in one. Reading down the center or back and forth or even down the right... I like how it's all put together. And letting go seems to be the theme... or kicking 'out'. :)

    1. Jira,

      Thank you for seeing both sides of the page the way you have. There's a lot of letting go... and kicking... all at the same time.

  3. Letting go is hard, when someone has you nailed to the floor.