Sometimes I wonder if,
There’s something wrong with me.
These days I’ll go two days,
Without a shower,
Even three.
When people ask me how I am,
I usually say I’m good.
But I don’t know,
Cause I don’t do,
The things I really should.
By now I thought that surely,
I could get up,
Bright and early.
But these days I lie awake in bed,
Or often sleep,
Till noon instead.
I’ve got nothing coming up,
And no job to worry about,
So there’s not much point,
In getting up.
No point in going out.
No point in doing anything.
No point in getting dressed.
Sometimes I wonder,
If I’m lazy,
Or just really depressed.
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Random Misanthrope 
Just be, for a bit,
And see where it takes you.
No need to stress,
To feel
That you must
Exert yourself,
Alert yourself,
Be your pert little self,
That the world expects.
The world subjects us
To so much stress,
So much duress,
I must confess
That I often feel
Inclined to run
Into a wall
To fuck it all,
Let go and fall,
To tell the world to
Kiss my ass,
But this too shall pass,
Better to relax
And take the time,
A measured look,
Find your own rhyme,
Your rhythm,
Your own sense of time,
Wait for the dance
To come around,
Till you have found
It feels right,
And then
Despite
The wretched strain
You have the strength
To jump again into the race,
To smile and take
Your rightful place,
To show your face,
Amongst the best,
Subject yourself
To life’s pure test,
To strive, and struggle,
Give what’s for,
Untll once more,
It’s time to pause,
And take a rest.
Relax.
It’s just the dance.
You wrote this just for me? Wow…thank you! I’m trying not to crack up, and by that I mean, not go crazy. This is very sane advice.
You’re most welcome! It’s hard to see things objectively when you’re wrapped up in the middle of them. I think the real trick to getting through those tough times is just that: finding a way to release that stress and pressure, and then having faith that there is an end point, even if you can’t see it at the moment. That’s easier said than done of course, but I still think it’s sound.
this is funny….lovely humor and love the playfulness.
I was awarded the Perfect Poet’s Award for Week 71 from Hyde Park Poetry. Thank you so much for the award. It gives me great joy to be participating in Poet’s Rally again
I’d like to nominate k shawn edgar for the next award.