Home Depot

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I am sure
    Absolutely terrible horribly pathetically sure
    That I am running out of time
    Running out of strength.
    I most certainly have run out of faith.
    All that credit was used up years ago.
    And I’m only twenty.
    Surely this is impossible.
    I am so weak.
    A loser
    A bona fide freak.
    I am fading
    Even as I grow fatter
    And take more into my faltering body.
    Even wasted
    I cannot lay waste to my thoughts.
    I go to work.
    I feel inept.
    I go home.
    Kiss my family.
    Call my friends.
    Feel inadequate.
    I wake in the mornings.
    Feel incapable
    Of rising
    And taking on another day.
    But really
    I’m just incapable of making it stop.
    So don’t worry.
    There’s nothing to worry about
    I’m too frail
    And frightened
    To do anything of note.
    No worries.
    Nothing’s gonna change.
    I close my eyes
    See someone
    I’ll probably never see again
    Except in the tumult of my restless rest.
    I close my eyes
    Open them wide
    Down a coffee
    Can’t do much about the circles beneath my eyes
    But awake I am.
    Wandering a Home Depot
    Smile at a blond dyke holding a rosebush
    Move away from my mother shadow
    As she looks at faucets
    At storm door handles
    And babbles at a sales person.
    Drift, almost without purpose,
    Down an aisle.
    And trail my pale stub-fingered hands
    Down a length of rope.
    A spool
    Of surprisingly soft blue cord.
    And then
    Wander back to the faucets
    Back into the swirl and tumult
    Of clashing voices.
    Wish I was anywhere but here
    But there’s nowhere else I can be
    That I want to go.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Dearly Beloved;

    I love this poem very much:smile:, but then, I've not read any of your works that I didn't like. They are all good. They are (mostly) all sad and feel weary, like I think you do, but they are all beautiful excellent reverberating* writings. Yes indeed, I like this one very very much.:smile: Thank you for sharing it with us.



    *by that I mean that I think of them after I've read them (as happens with a lot of the poetry here). Later in the day, or another day, a line will come to me out of nowhere from one of these/yours/their poems. A lovely little bit of induced daydreaming!:wink:
  3. You expressed SO well the torture of the mundane! (Didn't like how you were fondling that rope though!). So much goes on in the mind while the oblivious "everyday" scurries by - I know... *sigh*

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