Ping pong

Back and forth, back and forth

swaying indecisive.

Incisive and indifferent

crying over sentimentality

that is not here nor there

middle

my favorite spot

that I love to hate

and hate to love

tipping forward and fall back

it’s exhausting

to wake up one

and morph into another

before coffee

touches an empty belly.

4 thoughts on “Ping pong”

poetryfromtheinkwell says:

April 4, 2019 at 2:54 pm

A wonderful description of that back and forth. Hope coffee was able to tip the balance.

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1. Lizardin Bain says:
  
  April 4, 2019 at 3:26 pm
  
  Thank you ♥ It always does 🙂
  
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  1. poetryfromtheinkwell says:
    
    April 4, 2019 at 6:42 pm
    
    You are welcome! 🙂 ❤
    
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kyleoyier says:

April 4, 2019 at 5:11 pm

Love the your flow

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