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Post conversation analysis with my inner voice
Well, that was a disaster.
I didn’t think it was so bad.
Did you not hear yourself?
You sounded half-mad.
Rambling and mumbling,
stumbling over words.
Well it was difficult to hear
with you talking over her,
with your helpful advice like
"why did you say that?"
I was just trying to stop you,
from looking like a complete twat.
I failed, I’m afraid,
but I'm working with scraps here.
Easy for you to say
hiding in there
passing your judgements
from that well-cushioned chair.
You’re not the one
with the hammering heart,
or sweat conquering all corners
of your pastel shirt,
with spit in your eye
and a shrivelling throat.
If you had your way
I'd be standing here mute.
Well I may be the only
one dealing in truth.
I am here to provide
dispassionate counsel,
unsweetened morsels
that may catch
as you’re fed them.
Rest assured though
they will help you to grow
up and stop you from
making another show
of yourself, as you did just now.
Bio: Eoin Cahill is based in Cork, Ireland. A husband and father of two boys. His work is published in Dreich Magazine. Find him on Twitter @eoinspoems
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