The screaming a broken alarm. <br /> A genuinely even trade. <br /> extremity underscores <br /> the hopes competing <br /> With stagnating gain. <br /> The bandage a covered alarm. <br /> Striving gauntly <br /> And pulling too far. <br /> No compliance to some simple joy <br /> where pangs of hope compel your loss. <br /> The guilt encodes a new assault. <br /> What you can't have must not embrace <br /> your ambitions, <br /> Or your commitments will only be as valid <br /> as the fiction sustaining <br /> the unremitting truth of your eye.<br /><br />Christopher Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pushover/
