How do you feel
A tiny, frightened child?
You slave in mush.
You play an adult.
You spin unraveled.
But do not hear the storms.
Will you let your tiny soul die?
You have no courage,
We love to slice you.
You hide, you shrink
You know you’re a rag
Will you jump and hop
The speeding, hollow train
Gripping the way to your hell?
You do not belong;
We wish you well.
#1 by timkeen40 on January 12, 2011 - 9:47 pm
Thanks for the great poem.
You fear, but do not hear the storms
#2 by Carl on January 12, 2011 - 11:16 pm
Thank you, Tim! You are kind to comment!
#3 by Life: Between the lines on January 13, 2011 - 12:29 pm
I would feel sad and scared 😦
You depicted this emotional upheaval that makes me want to go look for my manmie 😦
Quite emotionally wrought piece…I will be back later to traipse through your lair 🙂
#4 by Carl on January 13, 2011 - 12:54 pm
Thank you for your comment! You do identify with the feel. Luckily, it is not permanent.
#5 by Marian on January 13, 2011 - 12:32 pm
“you play an adult.”
some days more successfully than others.
#6 by Carl on January 13, 2011 - 12:54 pm
Indeed. I cannot recall the last successful day at this point!
#7 by Evelyn on January 13, 2011 - 10:33 pm
“You hide, you shrink
You know you’re a rag”
wow. why does this speak to me so strongly?
Its so sad.
#8 by Carl on January 14, 2011 - 1:53 am
I might not have been in the best place when I wrote this one. In fact, it was a bad place, but writing about it helped dilute the angst. I’m very happy and also very sad that you identified with it.
#9 by Evelyn on January 14, 2011 - 9:38 pm
Your writing and this connection, thats why I keep coming back.
#10 by heather grace stewart on January 14, 2011 - 8:48 am
So sad, and well written. “The speeding, hollow train
Gripping the way to your hell?” is an excellent image.
#11 by Carl on January 14, 2011 - 11:33 am
Thank you for your comment, Heather. I appreciate it!