sharing every day failings...
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blank feelings...
more like an emotional void,
as there are no longer any demands
to fill the silence, keep me busy
and I sit here, across from my love,
not knowing how to communicate
the ebbs and flows of the mindless tasks
that fill my void from 9 to 5
(sometimes stretched from 8 to 6)
don't get me wrong,
there is still the desire...
to communicate, to share my being,
but I've lost myself somewhere
in the daily drudgery that defines
the who, the what, the where I will be
there are indeed pastimes
that a swimming mind loves to dive in to,
but they are still nothing more
than ongoing distractions, like bandaids
to cover a gaping hole
over an empty soul
I'm not afraid of the interaction,
or the bonding, quite the opposite!
I still crave it, the togetherness,
the co-habitation, the shared walk
through what is supposed to be an amazing journey
it's just the silence...
that's what I fear...
the times when I'm supposed to share my triumphs
with someone who's already seen the best of what I had to offer;
the times when I'm supposed to share my defeats
with someone who's already pulled me out of my darkest places...
those very times when I'm supposed to share who I am...
when I can't even sort that out for myself.
Midnight passes over yet another sleepless night,
well, mostly, with fitful starts between hour long naps,
but I'm safe, for now, you see,
as I climb into my chariot and rush toward the race
I'd love to tell ya more,
but I gotta go.
It's that "work thing", y'know?
...and I kiss her goodbye with a smile and a wave,
and a promise that "I'll see ya later!"
Sure hope there's a good movie on tonight,
something busy, something loud,
something completely riveting
anything but silence.......... 'cause I don't want to fail her
Hmmm... This is constructed well, like the style. usually there is very little you can say to a significant other, nothing you can hide...for long....that kind of silence can be comforting. Being bored with yourself, on the other hand, is not.
I sense an underlying theme here. The bane of most men. Poetry helps. But the drudgery of day-to-day doldrums, lack of exercise and bad diet leading to bad health, turning young stud into something he tends to despise.
Then, make that first step. Follow the desires of your heart. It's time to break the silence which seems to be of your own making before it becomes impenetrable.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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Ron
You said, "the times when I'm supposed to share my triumphs
with someone who's already seen the best of what I had to offer;"
It never has to be this difficult, just be yourself There is no sense in putting yourself through all these tests.