Meh

Angst could be my middle name

That four square edge

blunted in 'meh'.

What care, when dared,

doesn't eventually disappear?

Mired in emotional mud

My tires of inspiration are sunk

Wet and muddied, bloodied and stuck

Planks of "I don't care" don't help.

With images from a pained scarred heart

This seeker winds down into the old.

Perhaps the next hill, when the sun rises again?

Someone to break the chains of my memories.

A glimpse of Sun watering the eyes

Show me my mirage; and leave me, again, alone.

Reviews

[J_Star]

This teeters on the edge of the cliff that separates hope from hopelessness. Bleak and beautiful.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A highly descriptive and talented piece.

[Baby Ricochet]

Some great imagery here Mark. Outstanding work sir

[Coyote Poetry]

A good journey into your words and thoughts.
"Wet and muddied, bloodied and stuck
Planks of "I don't care" don't help."
The strong description led me to a place of loneliness. I like the above lines. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[TL Boehm]

wow. this speaks to me on a level I don't even think I can articulate. Angst is definitely my middle name. Wet muddled bloodied and stuck, planks of I don't care don't help. AMEN

[Mark]

wow, thank you TL. it's therapeutic to hear someone relates !! :)

[CagedEnigma]

''Mired in emotional mud
My tires of inspiration are sunk

Wet and muddied, bloodied and stuck
Planks of "I don't care" don't help.''
These lines are just too amazing.
I can very much relate to this poem. Some days just start out like this.
And trying to inspire yourself just feels like stupid and useless attempts.

[Mark]

Thanks Caged, glad to know I touched a chord in a fellow writer :)

[icelandicblue]

Sometimes when one is stuck meh seems an appropriate response. Some of the other responses are too strong for public consumption. Many can relate to this one.

[Jack...]

Mark, it seems you took the exit for the wrong highway. Often life strikes us like this and at times we fight back and at times we don't, just brushing off the situation and walking alone the rest of the way. The anger, the pain and the loneliness are evident in this wonderful poem.

[Mark]

thanks Jack, it's a moment in time not a lifetime thank God ;)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

The depth of loneliness truly can take a hold of ones throat and choke the life out of you...
I know the "pained scarred heart" may never heal fully, but the sun will always show you another way to enjoy life again... take the road less traveled and you'll shed the "old" to find new adventures.

Well penned, my friend!~xoxo~:)

[Mark]

Thank you sweetheart. It's not me, just a part of me. :)