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
Copyright © Anna Arrigo | Year Posted 2016
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