-- SOME DAYS --
John Herlihy
Some days,
I awake with a start,
I feel uneasy flutterings in my heart.
Some days,
I don’t want to wake up,
Just hide under the covers and shut up.
Some days,
My body feels as dry as dust.
I don’t want to do things I know I must.
Some days,
My mind is a raging fire,
Emptied of all but one single desire.
Some days,
Everyone is hard to please,
Other days, simply slip by with ease.
Some days,
I am walking a tightrope,
Other days simply go up in smoke.
Some days,
The hours are filled with longing,
Lost in a world with little belonging.
Some days,
I feel my old self missed,
The joyous wonder when first kissed.
Some days,
I am the pigeon, other days a dove.
The world seems hateful, where then the love?
Some days,
I wonder if I will see tomorrow,
While today seems only a thing on borrow.
Some days,
We would like to pretend,
That the day will never, ever end.
Someday.
A day will arrive when I don’t awake.
My soul will then a new world create.
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(c) John Herlihy 5 November 2019
Rebecca