Some random thoughts I just threw down in the last sixty seconds...
I look out
at the night sky
wondering where I am
in the vastness beyond.
Is the here I know
anything of import,
or will tomorrow
show me another dream?
I fight through each day
with fists of fury
failing to connect.
I feel my enemy under
my skin, the animal
burning in my chest.
I get a hold of it
with my bloody palms
and it turns to dust,
as nothingness it is.
There is fleeting glory
in the sight of my own
fading memories. Where
do I go from here?
An impressive self rant indeed. I relate tremendously with this poem. I am going through this very dilemma but try to direct that energy in a positiove direction. Not something I have been known for in the past. Guess we ARE like cheese and mellow with age. Great piece.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
"I fight through each day
with fists of fury
failing to connect."
These are the lines that make this write a whole. I can identify with this rant, as well as others can, I'm sure. Thank you for sharing...
In Spirit,
Bear
Be always safe,
Karen