I wrote this during a period of frustration, |
A FEW COMPLAINTS I can’t write I can’t think I can’t concentrate, I can’t get free I can’t relax I can’t let go I can’t compose I can’t reach desire Gems, hiding inside of slippery, glass marbles Gems with refracting, radiant light Catching my eye - my wanting eye Slip and spin away with each grasp They graze along the span of my reaching hand They spit out in the opposite direction Away from me, always out of reach I lean forward on my haunches I press out to them But nothing Blank, dark sky and empty sound in the wind Frozen landscape at two am Even the light freezes still in space And I am grey and dry Alone without the fire I can’t sing I can’t emote I can’t decide So I decide to do nothing Jealousy erodes my self confidence As I see others create worlds alive And my daisy stem wilts within my grasp Bends over to the earth And closes it’s eyes in acquiescence to corruption In my loss, I lie still I lie still and wait The darkness is thick The hum of the refrigerator communicates to me It says, “Youuuuuuuuuuuuu will never make iiiiiiiiit” I can feel I can worry I can describe the nothing that I am I can stare at vain images I can wait impatiently for this to change I can and I can’t And I won’t anymore 2009 Sam Friedman |