Is there though?

There’s a limit
To how much useful music you can make,
To how much tension you may instill,
To how much damage any one person deserves.

There is a limit to how much
Will soak into the pillow cases,
Into the sheets on her bed
Or the tips of your agitated hands
Or the soles of her yellow harried feet.

There is a point at which the night gives way
To a grey and rainsoaked morning.

And when you hit that wall,
When you reach that bluff,
That endless, precipiced edge,
Breath a sigh of relief and close your eyes.

Don’t be afraid to fall.



  1. lorachavez1621 · April 9, 2016

    I am curious, what kind of tagging features are you interested in, that TiddlyWiki does not offer? Click

  2. rachael625 · June 14, 2016

    Three Things:
    1. This is rae,
    2. I’ve been gone forever and now I’m back… Hopefully for longer than this poetry class because I’ve MISSED this poetry writing business.
    3. And you, Z, I’ve missed you and your writing and how lovely it is every. single. time.

    • zaphodfreek · July 7, 2016

      Rae! Really great to hear from you 🙂 Not writing as much myself these days. Although sometimes that’s a good thing.
      And how very kind of you to say. I look forward to reading something new from you!


  3. Sarah · July 4, 2016

    This is insanely good. I miss you.

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