Open Poetry #40 |
My Way (A poem for the majority) |
WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Have I become comfortable with my hopelessness? Yes! No more hopes and no more dreams to trouble my waking moments; no more crazy thoughts crisscrossing my numbed brain in the middle of the night: no right and no wrong, just existence, day after day, predictability in every way; that’s how I want it. I don’t care about the rich I don’t care about the poor, I don’t care who says this or that or what changes they make to the law: I’m OK, you’re OK, what more would anyone want? This isn’t me, I try to cry out - but the collective lethargy chokes my uncertain voice and I reach for the surfer tool and I grab a pop from the fridge: it seems my feet rise to the coffee table quite on their own... I let them, they know what comfort is. Who was I kidding before? That I was some kind of hero? No – only in my own mind. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
sad and bored. a good poem enjoyed |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Understanding this completely! There are days and nights when to do anything but vegetate mindlessly seems pointless. But we both know what happens the next day. You get off your duff and do 'it' again, shrugging your Atlas shoulders in hopes of a positive outcome. but you are NOT alone my friend..... |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
a fine slice of "everyperson-life dejavu" realism! [at least for all us 'little people' of the world...I can't speak, of course, for the 'rich and infamous'] applause!! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I relate indeed sometimes I feel that if I really wanted to walk on water, I'd have the guts to get out of the boat walking on water doesn't appeal to me |
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