THE SIMPLE THINGS

THE SIMPLE THINGS

I usually remember my dreams only

when I take a nap and awaken suddenly

I’m glad that I don’t remember them usually

because they are so different, yet the same

different faces and different places but

the situation is constant: BEING LOST

I can’t remember where I live

I can’t navigate my existence so

I resort to extremes

I don’t have a phone to call anyone

If I do I can’t remember the number to call

if I do have a phone the battery is dead

I can’t remember the way back

to anywhere so I wander like a nomad…

I don’t have a way to get from

point A to point B so I mix

with crazy people and circumstances

I am walking down the road

and it turns into a cliff I can’t climb

I have a job but I don’t have anything

to wear or remember where to go

I have many fights with associates

based on principles and loyalties

but I do not fight with

the MONSTERS

you would expect from

a person that sleeps with

a light on at all times

My problem is not

the Boogie Man or

the monster under my bed

but the “SIMPLE THINGS”…

that I cannot do

I cannot connect with self

and therefore society

Never feeling safe or whole

or having a destination

a foundation or a home…

Comments

One comment on “THE SIMPLE THINGS”
  1. Glenna says:

    Reblogged this on DAMAGED GOODS by Glenna McCarthy and commented:

    It’s been a while I have been in a daze

    Like

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