Le cancre dans la classe – c’est moi, I am
learning to be humble again, now I know
why we must forget, halt consciousness;
cannot stand this awareness of sorrowful
stupidity without plummeting to new
depths of sad existence
Why forge ahead when all I do is expose my
lack of intelligence, how long must I eat humble
pie and swallow my words; forced to admit that
I am good at nothing? Like Ecclesiastes, I should
have been drowned or strangled at birth, like the
author of Lamentations
I should never have seen the light of this earth –
my life is a blight upon the sacred pathways of
inspiration followed by the self-righteous while
my being is an abomination, please stone me,
get this over and done with; I am never going
to get used to feeling
Like the most disfigured and horrible creature
ever created, the most unendowed simpleton
who ever gave itself airs of accomplishment,
fact is – I have none and will never acquire
some, even if I live a hundred years - we
all need only die once
Please let me die instead of dying over and
over as my stupid pretensions are unmasked
one by one – or let me scrub floors and
wash pots for the rest of my life…
3 March 2011
Showing posts with label Sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sadness. Show all posts
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Friday, May 29, 2009
Sad The Joyful Laughter
Sad this day, sad the joyful laughter
on my face, sad the delight in yours,
sad the good news, sad the sunlight
outside - I can’t say exactly why
Mouche redeemed Capitaine Coq
once again; but the price in pain she
paid, the sacrifices she made, the pain
suffered by Coq before he was won
From the clutches of despair; all is
clustering in my heart, clamouring for
copious tears to wash the sadness and
pain away - someone has to cry
For the terrible events in the world;
Abraham says I can choose happy
thoughts and start feeling better; I
think of happy events
But my feelings remain focused on Paul
Gallico though I drag them forcibly; DO
contemplate the happy circumstances
of my life; My emotions
simply drag their feet and cry continuously,
Mouche’s ability to deal with inhuman pain
is still too unsettling a memory…
Paul Gallico “The Love Of Seven Dolls”
on my face, sad the delight in yours,
sad the good news, sad the sunlight
outside - I can’t say exactly why
Mouche redeemed Capitaine Coq
once again; but the price in pain she
paid, the sacrifices she made, the pain
suffered by Coq before he was won
From the clutches of despair; all is
clustering in my heart, clamouring for
copious tears to wash the sadness and
pain away - someone has to cry
For the terrible events in the world;
Abraham says I can choose happy
thoughts and start feeling better; I
think of happy events
But my feelings remain focused on Paul
Gallico though I drag them forcibly; DO
contemplate the happy circumstances
of my life; My emotions
simply drag their feet and cry continuously,
Mouche’s ability to deal with inhuman pain
is still too unsettling a memory…
Paul Gallico “The Love Of Seven Dolls”
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