Treasure Island

Paula M. Puddephatt


Final Spin


You trust. You hurt. I know the score, so why
do I let myself care? Why do I try
at all? Must my emotions always win?
By now, I must be on my final spin.

I cannot survive much more rejection.
Take it all - my genuine affection -
but just don't chuck it straight back in my face.
I wish that I could hold back, just in case

I end up hurt again. I wanted to.
Yet, still I trust - because it's what I do.
I live. I learn. What difference does that make?
Another fragment of my heart will break

each time, until I have no heart at all.
Then, I'll get to hide at last - behind my self-erected wall.

Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014
Edited: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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  • Maryanne Richards (2/20/2014 5:22:00 PM)

    Please let that self erected wall go and the divisions between you and another will also go.
    Feel free to read my poems. (Report) Reply

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