‘I Tore Up My Notes'


I tore up my notes
‘Cause I couldn't read
What they said
I tore up my notes
‘Cause I couldn't see
What they meant

I saw down a road
Where my line of view
Was not obscured by bends
I saw down a road
And I saw right to
The pitiful end

You, who apparently wrote
All the rules, all alone
In tablets of stone:
Did my insistence to make rules of my own
Cause such desperation in your bones
To force me to atone?

I slipped from a rope
That it took me years
To feel round my neck
I slipped from a rope
As the chair disappeared
From beneath my legs

You, who has come to gloat:
You thought that you'd find me broken
And bereft of hope
So - does the fact that I've coped
Make you feel ever so
Slightly tight in your throat?

And now, you won't
Find me anywhere near
These treacherous roads again!

 

© M.A.Tovey 2005