F*** the Hook

A Poem by Dennis Shanaberg

A song that kind of started with one, and then apparently I changed my mind.

There’s tears in my eyes,

But I cannot cry.

I’m seeing my friends

Just pass me by.

There’s a person inside

Trying to get out.

Wanting to be heard.

His voice is so loud.

But there is no one.

No.

No one.

No one left.

No one to talk to.

No one to be with.

No one around for me

Anymore.

Not anywhere.

There’s no one to talk with.

No one to laugh with.

No one here for me

Anymore.

Not anywhere.

Who would really want

To hear all my s**t?

No one. Even I

Get sick of it.

No one would want to hear me sing this song.

So, why the Hell should I write it?

No one would want to even read these words.

Wanna talk? they all should fight it.

Everyone wants to be happy.

They all can have their fun.

F**k it. I want to be a part.

But I know I just ruin it for everyone.

And I know that there is

No one left.

No one to talk to.

No one to be with.

No one around for me

Anymore.

Not anywhere.

There’s no one to talk with.

No one to laugh with.

No one here for me

Anymore.

Not anywhere.

No one.

No.

No one.

I need to leave this f*****g place.

Memories in print need erased.

Forget the lines of everyone’s face.

But I know something will always stay.

It’s mostly just the headache.

I think it’s in my head.

I’ll find a grin with which I’ll fake.

And set myself to bed.

© 2010 Dennis Shanaberg

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Einstein Noodle

wow! i think of a lot of things .. its very relatable .. even for the most popular .. there is those moments alone ... perhaps empty because the reality of life is that very few things in it are solid and reliable .. like Faith ... when i was the young and very foolish idiot i recall a discussion i was having with me Da .. he said friends were a dime a dozen and will come and go, family won't ... i was at that age when friends are everything and it took a few more years for me to appreciate what he was saying to me .. this also makes me think of those who suffer depression ... it took forever for this to get a diagnosis and the attention it demands .. so many people suffer it .. for many reasons ... your poem draws out the empathy in me ... it makes me think of those involved in the arts .. who receive no recognition for their work ... sometimes never and for some after their death .. crazy huh!? no sure where your "change (of) mind" came in ... there is a strong rhythm in the lines with fewer words .. the repeating stanzas beat home the theme ... seems to get more "confessional" as i read ... a sad and lonely song no matter what key one sings in ;)
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