This morning I woke up here,
thinking I’d rather not be.
Nowhere to go
as a dirty mongrel.
I bow with the man
in camouflage hat,
Have no courage.
Search for redeeming energy.
Life is all heavy black.
Day Job, Depression, Failure, Fear, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Resistance
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#1 by me on February 8, 2011 - 6:07 am
Hmm, sounds familiar. Let me know if you find any of that redeeming energy.
#2 by Carl on February 8, 2011 - 7:12 am
Thank you for commenting. When I find it, I think it is from people who understand. I look every day.
#3 by Evelyn on February 9, 2011 - 8:30 pm
perfect. simple. trim.
really well written!!
#4 by Carl on February 9, 2011 - 10:09 pm
Thank you! You are full of kind words!