can't write
can't think
can't feel
not real
wish I could steal
a few words from someone
borrow a line of language
to corral my feelings
the anger
the self-pity
shake off the hopelessness
but, I guess
there is no end
around that bend
in the road
no different place
what a waste
4 comments:
Well, you are channeling Ginsberg or Di Palma or someone of their ilk here that's for sure. I love the rhythm of this piece! Fred
Ginsberg. I'm in a kind of Ginsberg place for sure.
It was that kind of Sunday all over the place.
Maybe we need a support group??
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