And There Are Days

…and there are days …and there are days when the world implodes And I am funneled violently into its abyss It matters little And I mind it not at all! It is in this miasma of bits and pieces of things As I had so wished them to be… That I find the chaos of it all too familiar… And words chewed well and spat out Collected by my already weighted mind. …and there are days When a lonely, tattered, and beaten soul Is found with nothing left to give… So scoop me up in formidable talons Rip my heart, consume my everything …and there are those days When laughter is annoying Love conditional And the more you want, the more I give Alas, there is nothing left But for a solitary stump Waiting to provide a respite …and there are days When hugs are not comforting Kisses sandpaper rough And loneliness fills the void No body, no heart, no soul Just a blank sheet of paper that was once the impetus That gave rise to hopes, dreams The could have, should have, might have Created, and often did, My mind, me Coloring each open space with possibilities… And then there were days! Anna Casamento Arrigo