I’m losing my soul.
It’s not enough, to make it.
You might say, “What would you need to make?”
I create my own life
It’s difficult to want, the high hanging fruit
if you don’t have a way to get it.
My competence is in decline…
the dream, is only a dream
With desperation, I control, only what I can see
me
My neediness is always in the background
until I want the fruit—
so far, out of reach
and then I rear up,
and give up
because neediness, needs.
I was not feeling well, by myself
And a helpful family-member told me, “You need to feel well, before you can spend time with others.”
So, I got to where I was feeling good—and then I didn’t need to.
The things that this life can offer
I don’t want
I am content to be dead
Is this what they were talking about?
The trappings of life, are bait, for traps
the pleasure wheel,
takes us
where we don’t want to go
All I want
is to be needed
it’s a neediness
we all need.
I hope it’s not true, you are losing your soul and that you are content to be dead. You offer an incredible contribution with your poetry. This piece made me sad, but I hope you find the inspiration to be less harder on yourself and softer on others.
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Well… thanks Observation Blogger! I went off my organic diet, ate some hot tamales, and pizza. Got depressed, but now I am back. Only fruits and vegetable for me! I appreciate your encouraging words. 🙂
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I’m relieved to read that its just a matter of diet 😊
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