Those Things You Call A Poem

20200724

When I think about the distant future
I almost always, come up blank

It's like I'm on a dark highway

And streetlight is shining on me

But beyond that light I can't see anything

When I look back, the streetlights there flicker

It's because I forget easily

So much that I can't discern imagination from memory

Funny thing is

Sometimes I don't want to move

Childish to fear dark?

But my feet are immobile still

And even here the ground is unsteady
Sometimes the light even dims a bit

I think of smashing the bulb sometimes

I think of it a lot when the ground is so full of holes and quick sand

But I'm a curious person see

That curiosity burning and demanding I produce a flashlight

The little bitch, and well

I can't help but want to peer into the darkness

Still I'm not yet moving

I have no heart to

No goals, no dreams, no aspirations

Sad thing really

For it is those things that makes people-want to be-alive

Happiness and pain too

I have a bit of one and a load of many for the other

Evidence I'm still alive

Are you like me?

Are you sitting under your own streetlight too?

Or are you the kind person who brought a flashlight?

Must be nice, good job

Well whether you are the former or the latter

I wish you God bless

May you be brave and face the darkness, for

There isn't anything scarier than the unknown.