The Crash After Sugar - a Small Analysis of Sadness
I have no metaphoric explanation
for how I feel
If I try to summon something to mind, I find an empty paper bag that held sweets, with bits of sugar at the corners
Slightly crinkled, the sugar remnants bothersome
It seems to be from 1985 but I don't know why
I can only perhaps my way forward
Or perhaps my way backwards - but I'm tired of that
It's all guesswork on faded memories anyhow
Looking for the call and response in a non existent feeling
Emptiness, with sugar remnants
Some residual sugar on an otherwise empty paper bag
It should be disposed of, not analysed
Kept in mind 38 years, for recall
Just in case
Like all things you would have thrown away then,
that take on a mystical quality when rediscovered
The ordinary, made powerful, by the passage of time
I can almost feel the paper in my hand
Note the difference from when neatly folded, full of sweets
to now
The scientifically explainable reaction to sugar clear
Yet the inexplicable emotional space I inhabit in this moment
out of my grasp
What a strange pursuit, to occupy my time
Looking for the answers in passing thoughts and paper bags
I really should get a hobby
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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