GASP AND GRASP

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JOURNAL#4

so I've burned a bridge or two and

I've scoured one lonely little city

I must stop eventually and face myself

I can't continue to live under this rock of

self pity

I need to somehow make up for two important yet

lost days

someone once said, 'there are ways and there are

ways!'

but you have to be prepared for what the next one

to come along says

look out for the beige but make room for the grays

I need to put some distance between myself and what

I'm afraid I'll soon become

I'd rather be right in my ignorance than long winded

in the wrong

to everyone's life GOD composes a suitable song

mine must be something comical yet drawn out and

deadeningly long

yet the pulse of life just now twitches under my

thumb

but in my head I hear a different drum

and to my old safe habits I softly succumb

this foggy testament to the grappling truth

is indeed a plum

why don't I feel like this writer won

it doesn't really matter I suppose

since winning is not supposed to be everything

anyway

so what the hell!

I'm done.......................

( written Aug 6,1991 am)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

a trifle skipping in its meter but over all for the age of it not bad at all. I was so hopeful yet confused  
in those days, youth does that to a person I've found...........

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