Embarassment


They act as if I'm too much to handle,
an embarrassment, a flighty dolt

But I see so much, so much, so much
Good and bad, the fragility of everything
the bizarre rhythmed brutality of life
laying me down softly and boldly, and

I argue with myself about going or not
entirely engulfed in uneasy dissension
severely grieved with the inability
to commit to a single course, any course

Tears fall freely; I break at the sight
of the sun flickering through the trees
the glorious mottling of light
painted on this old country mile

The music swells as I pull up to the house
I didn't go, and while I feel disappointed
I find great solace in having stolen
those few precious moments of sunshine

I don't care what they think- I'm not theirs
to handle; my madness is mine alone to carry.



Poetry by R.W.S. The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-03-14 at 20:55

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
The human mind
Sees so much
Often concisely
More so subconchesly
Unknowingly
Ken D.
2024-03-20


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I was completely drawn into this, dynamite writing, and so much wisdom and pathos.

"i see so much, so much, so much"

That line is reverberating in my thoughts.

Just wonderful,
jim
2024-03-15