The Badger Decides to Mimic the Otter

I've been taken to task for being a grump.
I am; less so today. I hear the birds. I am
Not sweating. I'm not even hungry as I
Sit outside and see, but do not look, and
Live, but do not strive. I am done with
Love. I am finished with longing. The
Hours, I'm hoping, will stretch out,
Devoid of purpose or dread or regret.
No one will visit. That's okay with me.
After all of these months of suffering,
Wishing that one who wouldn't would
Search for me, I'm relieved of her absence,
In person, in mind. Happy? I'm not sure.
I do feel contented, possibly less of a grump.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-06-21 at 14:34

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