There Are No Redos

Summary

"There Are No Redos" is a poignant reflection on unbreakable bonds, the complexities of relationships, and the finality of life's choices.

Abstract

The poem "There Are No Redos" by Jade Willow delves into the intricate and unyielding nature of certain relationships, suggesting that even with the pain and regret that may come with them, the poet would not alter the past. It speaks to the intertwined fates of two individuals, where one's freedom is intrinsically linked to the other's. The narrative touches on themes of entrapment, the longing for escape, and the inevitability of heartache, even beyond death. The poem conveys a sense of coldness and malice that develops as a result of these unchangeable circumstances, while also hinting at secrets known only to two, and the unfolding drama that ensues. Jade Willow invites readers to explore more of her work, linking to additional poems and her collected poetry available on Medium and Amazon.

Opinions

The poet expresses a deep connection that transcends personal freedom and extends beyond life itself.
There is a sense of resignation to the circumstances, as the poet acknowledges the futility of regret and the inability to change the past.
The poem suggests that some relationships are fraught with darkness and sin, yet they are inescapable and define one's existence.
The author's voice implies a defensive posture, as if justifying actions taken within the context of a tumultuous relationship.
There is an underlying current of mystery and intrigue, with the suggestion that only two individuals hold the true understanding of their shared experience.

Poetry

If I could’ve done it different I wouldn’t

Some bonds can never be broken Some bonds must never be taken for granted

If she were in my shoes I hope she would’ve done the same It’s hard in afterthought Not to take the blame But that’s how it goes I’m always getting involved in his games

Even when I run away He pulls me back in Like the Devil’s sin

I want to disappear But I can’t

His freedom Is my freedom His life Is my life

Tied

Even after death There is no escape There is only misery There is only more heartache

My heart grows calloused My skin bears malice In their mind Is the treasure The palace But I don’t have the key So I will never see

There are only two who know But maybe that’s what we’re being told Let’s watch how this dangerously unfolds As my soul grows cold

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There Are No Redos

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