Cafe Thoughts

I’ll sit alone in this cafe 

and write about how peaceful it feels 

But there’s something eating my mind. 

I’ll drink my tea 

And think about how fruitful life is

Yet so tragic.

God forbid I express the truth.

Truth only brings memories.
Memories trigger all that is
Suppressed.

I don’t need that. 
I don’t like to remember pain.
I don’t like to remember heartbreak.

Such things are poisonous to the soul.

I’ll sit alone in this cafe
And wonder 
Just what the hell i’m doing anyway
Because nothing feels right
And nothing seems worth it.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Afraid of the pain? And you're writing poetry? You'll never fully understand anything enough to write an honest poem that way. To honestly know happiness you must know pain and sadness. When people talk about sheep they are talking about folks who will believe the better lie over the worse reality, making macro manipulation something you won't see coming. Enjoy your fake happiness.

“To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.” TS Elliot, East Coker

[hdean]

I really enjoyed reading this! I could see a reflection of my own thoughts in your words. Great job!

[Paul Czerwonka]

Thank you!