can I go away with you?
this place is cold and lonely,
my friends have gone,
they have been replaced by things,
can I come away with you?
this place is dark and I always feel sick here,
it's empty and there's no one to talk to,
can I tag along with you?
I hate coming home to this place,
to the deafening silence,
to these thoughts,
to these memories,
is there something I can do for you?
that might give me a reason,
a way,
to help me carry myself,
away from here?
...because I don't like this place.
4 comments:
I'm ready to call Mean Dean - I'm not "feeling" my place of work right now.
Wonder if Erika will resurface...she may have moved on to other sinners.
Raw, and sad. The feeling behind this poem does has a place in me.
Been there and felt that. For the first time in many years, though, I'm coming to like my place -- in the polis, in the polity, and above all in the polyverse.
I do like this poem. Has got a flow to it like a river of angst. Like Bukowski tipped over a wine bottle in a lonely gutter.
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