Bicycle

I walked backwards,
I did headstand,
I mimicked, I juggled,
did the private dance
to make it interesting.

I tried to understand
your deliberate nonsense.
I ate and swallowed my offense,
and wriggled on your palm
to keep it working.

I did what I could.
But I can’t,
I can’t be the only wheel of the bicycle.
I can climb a mountain on one leg though,
but I can’t withstand the pain of indifference.
I can’t be the only wheel of the bicycle,
and keep dragging it.

I gulped the pills you brought.
Bitter ones in one draught.
I fell all dull and numb,
hoped it will end this drought.
I vanished and succumbed
because you desired.

I couldn’t chew sweat.
I couldn’t drink dust.

But I did what I could.
Now I can’t.
I can’t be the only wheel of the bicycle.
I can climb a mountain on one leg though,
but I can’t withstand the pain of indifference.
I can’t be the only wheel of the bicycle,
and keep dragging it

to nowhere.

yellow mamachari bike
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20 Comments Add yours

  1. Geri Lawhon says:

    Wonderful poem about the cry for help in a relationship. Thank you for posting it.

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