Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Today (a poem)

Today I feel like failure,
         full of anxiety, distracted;
                       ugly; lost;

Today I'd like to disappear,
                     and not come back again.

I don't know where this comes from;
How is this where I arrive?

But I take the next step
                         so far
                       but let's be honest -
                    what else is there to do?

So now I distract myself in the evenings,
         try to dream sweet dreams at night

And hope that in the morning
          I'll begin to feel alright.

It happens much too often -
               far more often than I'll say.
And if I could get rid of
   it for even just one day
I'd be a whole new person
                       motivated, faithful, true
      not distracted or afraid
   or separated from you.

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