Deadened
Down that road
There is all that talk
of strength something I wish I had
to withstand an eight hour job
to not belabour every waking minute
that I could earn money. I wish it were that easy
to be so balanced and not morosely neurotic
about jobs, getting jobs. All this talk just makes
me want to crawl in bed, or best yet dead
A deafening finish, but I know its selfish
most minutes, most hours, I was and still am alone
Not working, not living, not befriending
I only want to talk, sharing in support groups
I only want that, to speak in comfy rooms, where I dont have to lead
how I envy those with the gift of gab,
look at how they succeed more at work
There is all that talk
of strength something I wish I had
to withstand an eight hour job
to not belabour every waking minute
that I could earn money. I wish it were that easy
to be so balanced and not morosely neurotic
about jobs, getting jobs. All this talk just makes
me want to crawl in bed, or best yet dead
A deafening finish, but I know its selfish
most minutes, most hours, I was and still am alone
Not working, not living, not befriending
I only want to talk, sharing in support groups
I only want that, to speak in comfy rooms, where I dont have to lead
how I envy those with the gift of gab,
look at how they succeed more at work
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