Pity the Party
Wow, pain is such a disconnect
Like depression
That I also take a pill for
What is there to care for?
What do I care about?
Who cares for me?
I have accoutrements
A blanket ‘round my shoulders
While I’m cold
Toast (the start of a loaf)
Some grapes (the last of them)
I gave up coffee and caffeine
As if it were my own form of Lent
Though I can’t recall
A decision for
The sake of my soul
Pills have side effects
These press down, too
I am surrounded
The best thing that I have
Are movies
But I’d rather be the artisan
Than the spectator
So sit up to write
A little more
I’d rather make
Than borrow off
Another’s making
I mean, there’s allusion
Citation when it’s proper
Or otherwise might render
A source beyond reach
If not belief
Or to leave it all, hoping for
Belief in the beholder
Well, some system
Is protesting
The strain of illness
Or the medication
Most of this I doubt I’ll leave
Though there might be something
I can’t see or hear
That someone else
Much better at beholding will
Do I pray?
I do and hope for more
But I haven’t a perspective
The thermostat is broken
Someone else must regulate
What happens next,
Which is what I think
The praying’s for
C L Couch
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September 6, 2019 at 12:59 pm
Thank you so much Clouch. I appreciate it. 🙂
September 6, 2019 at 6:03 pm
You’re welcome!