Nonsense from the mind

Nonsense from the mind

A Poem by Maria
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just really random stuff.

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Its raining outside and I am sitting 
here in my small cubicle.
The drops of rain run down the window
I have behind me.
The sky is grey and full of many clouds
and my daughter is at home with a cough.
I do not mind sitting here, really I do not
but at times I want to run.
The cars in the parking lot are being washed
of all dust and grime and getting 
clean for free.
And I am sitting here wondering how in the 
world will I get home today.
For you see I am without a car and have been since 2013.
So my moving around is very limited to my aging father, taxi man
and any helpful soul that does not mind giving me a ride
home.
I must be dialing and or fetching leads, yet there are not many and too many
people here.
So I get disheartened and want to just get up and leave.
Yet than I remember that I am not alone.
So I must find renewed motivation within me
and do my best to finish my shift.
Rain has stopped but sky still grey and cloudy.
Tis the rainy season we are in right now
and it bugs my allergies.
I get that we have to learn to work and 
make a living for ourselves yet how come
all that schooling never said how tough it be
once we got out.
This is so repetitive and I feel that I could be 
doing so much more and I want to do 
more than just sit here in front of this computer.
Is there more out there than this life I have come to know.
Could be I am unsure.
So my mind feels a bit muddle today and my mood
is quiet and retracted.  I want to be sleeping in my bed.
But alas here I am since 6am in the morning.
I hate feeling this way I do, yet many others
are at home resting and sleeping in and getting time to spend 
with their families.
Of course home no longer means the same to me
since my mom no longer is here. Yet my daughter
whom I love to death still lives at home and needs me still
or so she says and I must do my best to give 
her the chance I never had to make a bigger imprint 
within this world.
And so for now I have no care for punctuation marks or grammatical rules.
So pardon if this seems to run without a pace cause I really 
have no care.
The ceiling above my head matches the sky outside. Grey and dull and I hate 
the air conditioner since it bugs my allergies.
The computer is black and keyboard too as is the mouse.  My desk is white with a blue pastel color on the sides...
My chair is a lime green and the worst chair ever as my back and butt hurt so much
I really just want to be outside in the rain and have no care in the world
but I cannot do this yet.
So here I come to put my random thoughts down on this screen for all to see
and for all to read.
My mind is a machine that never stops processing.  I feel as if I am losing 
my humanity as words come through and all I do is keep on typing 
as they come.
So I wish you all a good afternoon or evening depending on where you are
within this world that is groaning in pain as we lay waste to all of nature.
And I will see if I am able to find that which I am needing at this time
to finish my work and make it through the rest of my shift and not 
feel so gloom.


© 2017 Maria


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Honest and real thoughts.
"So I get disheartened and want to just get up and leave.
Yet than I remember that I am not alone.
So I must find renewed motivation within me
and do my best to finish my shift."
I understand the above lines. I dislike my work but I need money. I like the description in the poem. Dear Maria. You made the reader feel your thoughts and want to escape.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Maria

7 Years Ago

Thank you Mr. Coyote, I truly appreciate your input always. Good day to you. ;)
Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

You are welcome Maria.
Maria

7 Years Ago

Thank you again.



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I love the honesty and heartfelt emotion throughout. I liked the flow and pace of the poem even though there was no clear structure. Just words flowing from an open heart. Thank you for sharing

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Maria

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and review. I am opened to all input, and yeah today h.. read more
Heart on a sleeve writing. Strangled by the cubicle and it's overcast umbrella. I know these shoes. Minutes feel like hours. Can I really make it through? Brilliant job at taking that mood and conveying it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Maria

7 Years Ago

Hmm you probably, might. We were visiting from Virginia mind you...we get snow there too. But nothin.. read more
duff

7 Years Ago

Sounds about right. Haha, too funny. Those are the scenes out of an adolescent 80's movie! Hilario.. read more
Maria

7 Years Ago

What, really?? When and where???
Honest and real thoughts.
"So I get disheartened and want to just get up and leave.
Yet than I remember that I am not alone.
So I must find renewed motivation within me
and do my best to finish my shift."
I understand the above lines. I dislike my work but I need money. I like the description in the poem. Dear Maria. You made the reader feel your thoughts and want to escape.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Maria

7 Years Ago

Thank you Mr. Coyote, I truly appreciate your input always. Good day to you. ;)
Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

You are welcome Maria.
Maria

7 Years Ago

Thank you again.

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Maria

Fairfax, VA



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