Release

[Delta40]

My sixth sense wrapped in newspaper
dumped in the re-cycle bin
is parked on the verge
as the claw of your honesty
draws ever closer.

So nice to hear my name for the first time
when it's time to say goodbye.

That must be the validation I needed
like getting my ticket stamped at the turnstile
so I didn't feel like a floating afterthought
and then a thorn when I paid full fare.

I just let you be so you could keep pressing
your imaginary reset button.

Maybe then the overflow, regrets and emptiness
would rewind like cassettes from the past.
Only every time you pressed play,
my life stayed on pause.

All I have heard is garbled, looped rubbish.

Once, my smile, my tears, my love
expressed blind belief in you.
Even in a broken state, wrapped
in reels of tape,
I helped you find your authentic voice.

Today, 'I haven't been honest with you'

is raised, its contents emptied then left on the pavement
for me to wheel back up my driveway later.

How good am I?

[AuntShecky]

"Garbled, looped rubbish" refers of course to the metaphoric cassette tape and as such is an apt expression.

In addition to some tweaks to the punctuation in this, the only things I'd change are a few nebulous lines, along with making the passive constructions ("is parked," "is raised") active. But even with these minor quibbles your work consistently stands on a higher plane than that of the rest of us LitNutters.

Auntie

[Delta40]

thanks auntie. I haven't got it in me to review this or the other poems I posted right now but I appreciate your feedback very much.