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…
Reblogged this on DAMAGED GOODS by Glenna McCarthy and commented:
It’s been a while I have been in a daze
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