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I Want to Paint Right

I thought I wanted to paint,
But I had two full days to do whatever I wanted,
And I did not do any painting, so I guess
I really did not want to.
Obviously not a priority.

My soul cannot be dismissed.
She says “let’s paint!” in a cheerful way.
It is difficult to ignore her, but I do.
Pain is keeping me hostage
Holding me back from all signs of happy.

I stay in my self-imposed stupor a bit longer,
Dreading the second this weekend is over
When I will feel regret for not living my life
The way I meant to when the weekend began.
“Let’s paint!” my soul says again.
I dive under the covers of a dark bed in a dark room.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 9/12/2019 4:56:00 PM
Where are the REAL poets here? This is better than others with 34 comments. No, I am not kidding you. Just tired of seeing you and others with few or no comnents. While others with inferior Poetry are drooled over. It's sickening, You are special, Caren! Panagiota
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/13/2019 11:41:00 AM
Thank you my friend. I am thrilled with every single comment - and I know people are busy.