Aching every day for my life to have meaning Lost and longing Always dissatisfied… Why aren’t you ever happy? What can I do to please you? Why do you ask when you already know the answer? And you won’t change anyway So what does it matter. Cowardice rules each waking moment Unable to move forward and Unwilling to let go of the past My mother taught me resentment My father taught me to just take it Nothing will ever be enough In your eyes or in mine. Is being alone better? Or just the easy Escape from this ailment? Is staying put worth it? Or another© Punishment to heap on my soul. Is joy real? I don’t know that I have ever Felt true happiness or giddy Release from the grind of life. Perhaps Some are born with it, the innate Knowledge of how to tap in To find the center and really be at peace. It’s a secret and no one ever told me how To find the truth. I wish I knew the way. Copyright © 2016 by dbpoetry
This isn’t your typical blog – no advice, reviews, critiques, or offers to give you the answers of the world. This is a space for my poetry, nothing more, nothing less. I have poems stored all over the place: in my computer, my phone, my desk, my car, even on slips of paper in my bathroom. I want to share it for no other reason than it needs to be somewhere outside of my little corner of the world. Feel free to comment or just enjoy – thanks for stopping by!