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I secretly gave up on you

I secretly gave up on you
Sure, I still go through the motions
“My name is Sue, how do you do?”
But I secretly gave up on you

I secretly gave up on you
These fleeting fragments of now
Together cannot create a future
You’re stuck in my past
So I secretly gave up on you

If we were to meet like we once met
What would I say to you?

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Hello, how do you do?
I secretly gave up on you

If you don’t have a clue with how much emotion the sentence “My name is Sue, how do you do” can be spoken, you probably don’t know this Johnny Cash song:
Safe to say that in this poem, that sentence is meant as a metaphor for saying one thing and meaning another.

Frustration poems

Poor little old me

I am Windows 8
Nobody gets me
Nobody likes me

Windows

I’m 8
going on 9
Nobody likes me

Guess what inspired these little poems? It was not the prompt for #OctPoWriMo day 27, which was to write about sleep or dreams. I honoured the prompt by going to bed at 8 PM yesterday. after I had spent a lovely day at the Efteling, a fairytale theme par. That’s where the picture is taken.

Coincidentally, the Efteling has been the scene for a number of my nightmares. I remember one specifically: I was held captive by a troll king our something, two levels beneath the ground. He said he’d let me go if I impregnated his daughter. An impossible task, since in that dream I was as female as during the day…

It’s a weird version of Rumpelstiltskin I guess 😉 I definitely don’t want to know what Freud would think about it! I do wonder if after my visit yesterday, the nightmares wil choose a different scene. The Efteling is lovely and a lot of fun.