What's that step you take when gripped by grief
What do you do when you alight by Hopeless Town?
What do you do when you are on knees?
Unable to get up, unable to move on,
Unable to reason,
Unable to eat not for lack of appetite
But for lack of food
What do you do?
You are sick - you've been sick
where is redemption that they often promise people like?
or was your name struck off the list?
What now?
The tide, the slow ebb of sorrow
Advanced upon us appearing as if swift
Yet the signs were clear in the distance
And our hopes in better tomorrow
Saw us ignore what was in plain sight
We drunk...no we gulped our little water
Obstinate in our refusal to accept reality
And then it caught up with us
Exploding on our faces like a big bang
Splitting our dream into tiny dreamless world
Tiny formless and desolate worlds
And there is no whisper of the gods and angels
Speaking life into it
They have an endless well of stories
Upon which they draw,
Take a sip and regale another tale
I envy them
I envy how they easily strike a conversation
And it is with a person they just met!
And then they talk and talk
When you think it’s over, they start again
And they laugh! By God they laugh
How are they capable of telling jokes?
And tell more stories
From sunrise till sunset
And they will be at it again tomorrow
Talking as though they last met last decades ago
Where do they get fresh stories?
Where do they purchase them?
As for me, I struggle beyond the greetings
I am have no well to draw stories
Although sometimes I have one for insults
And as you know, these cannot be repeated
Sometimes I do not want to hear stories
I want to live in my silent world
Stuck not knowing a thing about that person
For gripping stories often involve other people
