I wish I had some
reason to do
something else
anything else
but
I'm here in this funk
accumulating useless nothingness
and impatience with myself.
Joy has fallen asleep somewhere
in the house behind a door or
in some box in the top of a closet.
Inspiration is glued to the T.V.
watching music videos knowing all too well
she had nothing to do
with any of it. It's like my soul
suddenly speaks a language foreign to my senses
and -
well,
enough of this bullshit...
suck it up and be glad...
take a leap of faith
and just not give a damn
for a little while
and indulge my self pity
and get it over with.
...and just not give a damn - an inspired line there, perhaps the only way to deal with some disappointments; and in not giving a damn, we actually move on...a good poem that brings the reader into a dark moment and then out into the light, Keith