Good Man the General and Unspecific Rant of An Unhappy Man
They say I’m a good man
You’ve said it too
They say “You can count on him to do the right thing”
And he does,
And I do,
Most of the time.
With an undying sense of obligation,
That drives this [irrational] God sized conscience,
I do.
What you don’t realize,
And I don’t want to show you,
Is that I can turn all of this off,
Like hitting the mute on a droning rerun,
I know this because I do it,
I stop,
I remove and I am in my own empty space,
Where I can watch,
At peace when everything is falling and failing,
When everyone is running to save the lives they love,
In my apathy I watch them fall,
I can watch you all, wishing, and crying, and hoping,
And laughing, and loving,
Being,
I’d like to feel it too,
I do,
But I know that if I feel,
Everything that I’m supposed to feel,
I’ll end up a drunk,
Or a poet…
And who the hell wants either?
Michael F. Lewis
xx/xx/2010
12/1/2012
I changed the name of this poem just for this delightful and insightful person...
Date: 12/13/2012 1:06:00 AM
– Catherine Tunke on poetrysoup.com
"Umm a little "general". I don't find anything "specific" in this work. It seems the rant of an unhappy man. As such is okay but hardly great poetry."
Copyright © Michael F Lewis | Year Posted 2012
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