And d o
Things are working
smoothly today, nothing hurts, and I have stubbornly decided I need to feel something. I need to remember why
I cry myself to sleep, I need to remember why I'm
afraid, sometimes, at night. I need to know why
my bad days are bad, and now it is time to think
about it, because this is what I have decided.
Can't talk, there must be something I have forgotten,
somewhere a gap I have left open, sometime a thought
that escaped, and why do I never let
sleeping dogs lie? It's when things are running
too well that the worry starts. God I'm
ridiculous, but now is not the time to think of this. I must figure out where and why and how things are okay for a change.
And d o
My frenzied pulse will often
scatter the very tranquility
I hang from.
Poem is part of Poetry in Motion at Poetry.com.
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