A place to sort through the literary mess in my head. "Poetry is what gets lost in translation" - Robert Frost

Sunday, November 15, 2009

"Yo-yo"


I’m your little yo-yo toy,
I fly up and down my string –
A flick and I crash down to earth,
A twist to reel me in.

I’m flung around at your leisure,
I’m at the mercy of your hand –
I’m gone when you don’t want me near,
And near at your command.

I’m always spinning hopelessly,
Stuck in this awful ring –
I wish that you would let me go,
Set me free of this damned string.

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