It would be today
that they would ring
but they haven't.
So that is gone.
Last month I thought
the email was
quite promising,
but it was the usual.
It gets harder
to keep trying,
to have some hope,
to care.
Because, obviously
something is wrong
with me that only
other people can see.
I told someone that
it felt like I had been ejected
from society and that
feeling is still there.
I should be at my peak,
now, should be running
something, while I seem
to be the one who's running.
It doesn't help
that I don't believe,
anymore, in the things
that I should.
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A work of fiction but with tendrils in reality.
5 comments:
I feel those tendrils, meself.
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It is not easy Thunder, and I have to stick at it. I am very lucky to have a supportive family so I am definitely not as down as the person in the poem. I think that there must be a lot of it around, though.
This movement within without, leads to questions the poet must answer.
given my brother's situation, not just tendrils. Great big whomping tentacles of Chthulhu, with acid-rimmed suckers and teeth that BITE BITE BITE BITE....
Minor grammar zombie unasked-for redmark: "society" in there is missing a y. Throws the whole thing into a tizzy.
Unless you meant some important social comment by it that a clueless zombie is clueless about.
And just go ahead and check the Anne Lamott quote in my header again, just to keep on....
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