Questions asked
By people certain
That something is wrong,
Unwilling to acknowledge
Predicaments resulting from a
Lack of comprehension.
All they need to
Remedy the situation
Is an openness to
Additional information yet
They’ll likely never
Alter their approach,
It being much easier to
Assert confidence rather
Than admit ignorance.
I’m sure our
Last conversation
Had a far different
Effect on you than
It did on me.
That was always the
Way things transpired,
Me assaulted,
You oblivious,
Mandatory discomfort.
I don’t expect you’ll
Ever grow a heart,
Not for me,
Or anyone else,
Including you.
He writes about the dark
Because he remembers
What it was like to be there,
Staggering around without direction,
Lost in recognizable surroundings,
Unable to reach out to ask
Someone to help alleviate his pain,
Not realizing solace exists,
A disoriented creature walking aimlessly
Down an unfamiliar street,
Looking for something, anything,
A long, convoluted journey toward
Some other, lighter place.
Most would rather
Do anything other than
Look inside,
Guaranteeing stasis,
Choosing being stuck,
Unaware,
Hopeless,
Over reliving the pain
In order to heal it,
Joining the herd
That never experiences
Greener pastures.
Apprehensive life spent
Looking over shoulder,
One hair away from infringing
On someone else at all times,
A moment from crossing the
Line into transgression,
Running from capture,
Contempt for everyone,
Everything, every time,
Clashing sounds and
Images clouding mind.
Trying to occupy my
Day with constant
Activity to provide
Respite from the
Incessant onslaught
Of memories unwelcome,
Reminders of occurrences
I don’t want to relive
But that won’t
Leave me alone.
I pretend they’re not
There but that only
Lasts until the next
Moment I’m not doing
Something and the
Silence is supplanted
Yet again by
Undesirable
Recollections.
Can’t do anything about him,
He marches to the beat of
His own something or other,
Doesn’t listen much to what
Anyone is saying at any time,
Prefers instead to just launch
Into whatever he wants to do
At that particular moment,
Regardless of the outcome and
In spite of what it might do
To the real people around him.
A chance encounter
In a place they
Both happened to
Be at the same time
For no extraordinary
Reason, but that
Became a lifelong
Preoccupation, unable
To free themselves
From each other’s
Gravitational pull
Regardless of
Time or distance.
It never goes away,
The speculation about
What might have been,
Whether she made the
Right decisions or
Prematurely caved in
For comfort or safety
Rather than courageously
Embracing uneasiness,
Believing in herself,
Discovering who she is,
Living with courage
Instead of trepidation.
