SNAP OUT OF IT

SNAP OUT OF IT

A Poem by Glen Fitch

               

    Depression,
        grief,
            the sinking pit of "Why?"
                Fate's wheel turned down.
    As I remember
        when misfortune struck,
            defeat or worse
                how I betrayed myself,
                    I chant "If only...then."
    Elation,
        daydreams,
            freaky happenstance,
                perhaps good luck.
    Just so
        it seems my lot is better.
            Spending nights
                as in a trance
                    I blurt out "What if..."
                        as I dream and plot.
    I circle round my brain
        as if some how this time,
            "Escape!" Behold a different way.           
        But "here and now."
            This IS my "here" my "now."
    To stop these thoughts,
        (although I fear you'll say
            "I've got some nerve."
                We get what we deserve."
    I pause, repeat
        "This simply does not serve."

 

 

 

© 2008 Glen Fitch


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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

Monterey, CA



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