Sotto fuerru mono – dubtitled
I wish that what I
truly desired could be
stuffed into a box
and gaily wrapped but, alas,
it isn’t that kind of gift.
I wish that what I
truly desired could be
stuffed into a box
and gaily wrapped but, alas,
it isn’t that kind of gift.
The thundering roar,
howling through the sky, towards
the horizon’s end.
Is what’s inside of me the
voice, azure, or edge?
Which one is behind my eyes?
Or perhaps they’re all
a fragment of my spirit:
the being, journey, and goal.
It’s hard deciding
between what you want to do
and what you need to.
Especially when both are
things that you feel you should do.
I watched some movies,
stuffed myself with chocolate,
and stayed up too late.
After all of that, I am
dreading going back to work.
I fought with a friend
over a minor issue
for the umpteenth time.
While he acted like a jerk,
I was a little too harsh.
I’m dancing around
to avoid decisions that
I’m scared to confront.
So much could go wrong it’s hard
believing it might work out.
Strawberry yogurt,
peanut butter Ritz crackers,
apples, bananas,
a little bit of lunch meat,
and some microwave dinners.
Just ‘cause you’re alone
doesn’t mean that no one cares.
We think of you when
we aren’t there. We care even
when you don’t care for yourself.