Bargaining

Bargaining

A Poem by ashleydawn

I beg with it
really
This "talent"
If it so may be called
Pleading for it not to come
when it does
When I've drifted past
life
and sunken into a less than conscious state
It yanks me back
quickly
I plead for it
to come at a more pleasing time
Why 
Why won't you come when the
mode of transportation
Is in my hand?

© 2011 ashleydawn


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Added on March 16, 2011
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