To Waste My Day AwayA Poem by 8petallotusA look into the healing process. Contending with childhood wounds, past relationships, and capitalism
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And so I wish to waste my days away With art, and poetry, and movement Sweetly, slowly, sipping the steaming coffee Mixed in my own creation As I listen to the birds sing Or the music blaring I so wish to waste my days like this And too Maybe once in a blue moon A lover comes to speak to me sweetly Just enough to satisfy that Itching need of tenderness But not enough to undress The madness in my mind And love my solitude Which breaks every day at noon For tea and coffee with a friend That comes then goes again Leaving me contentedly To waste the day away II. "But for whom?" They whisper to me "Do you waste your days away?" "For a child perhaps? For a lover? For another production of society? What purpose do you give?" They rattle in my brain And lock me down to never waste away any day And suffer these things that feed my soul "But why?" My brain plays tricks To keep me addicted To the poison that love can turn Routing out the memories and a flash of things That came before Warning signs Which weigh me down, with a want to control Or at least to know That forever is on your lips And friendships? What are those but tempest situations Which swell with hot and cold Based in what suites the other But never you Your wishes do not matter Your wants fall on deff ears Your needs are meaningless You must give your everything Never waste a single day for yourself III. And so I wish to waste my days away Alone and unburdened But those that came before Muddle in the recesses of the past Which catches up to each of us fast Must be contended with The love that I seek Is beneath The layers of loathing Slathered on By ghosts Both familiar and estranged Compounding ruthlessness in my brain Of that which I deserve And that which is worth fighting for Groups and hordes Of a chosen family I desperately cling To this idea of belonging But not to forget That one must also be chosen Righteously And as of yet I have not met Another like me V. Still I persist In this dream Of waking without constant struggle Surrounded by My lulls and hums And gracious, slow movements Of blissful fulfillment I seek to understand The lover already in hand With the freedom of an open palm And the present bliss that one day maybe gone Will live on In best memories and omnipresent A collective A collaboration A group of women And men And them That keep my feet on the ground And remind me, that no day is a waste VI. And so I wish to waste my days away With art, and poetry, and movement Sweetly, slowly, sipping the steaming coffee Mixed in my own creation As I listen to the birds sing Or the music blaring I so wish to waste my days like this And too Maybe once in a blue moon A lover comes to speak to me sweetly Just enough to satisfy that Itching need of tenderness But not enough to undress The madness in my mind And love my solitude Which breaks every day at noon For tea and coffee with a friend That comes then goes again Leaving me contentedly To waste my day away © 2023 8petallotus |
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Added on February 12, 2023 Last Updated on February 12, 2023 Author8petallotusDetroit, MIAboutMy name is Claire. I have written one fiction book and many short stories. I have also written a number of poems and articles, expression both my point of view, and a informative aspect of many issues.. more..Writing
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