Often I wonder...is it worth itA Poem by Jack...Wake up
Often I wonder…is it worth it Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers, broken lines of early hour countings, as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows and dusty mini blinds create silent wooden horizons Groaning, upright now on the edge of the mattress…stretching, rubbing my face to remove the remnants of last night, shoving aside the warmth of my faded flannel blanket, then finding a cold floor giggling at the touch of my naked feet I recall the dream, my last moments of sleep…weird…real feeling Aerosmith, a souvenir stand in Wildwood and an iPad Sketchy but still there (and I wish I were too) Don’t ask…. I can hear my dogs grunting at the foot of bed (Probably chasing raccoons in their heads) What a life, eating, sleeping, no need for love (in that sense), just a nice pat on the head every once in a while satisfies Sometimes I guess that is all it takes, all we can hope for… Still sitting here, yawning…thinking… Why do I do this each day, every day, the same routine, the deepest rut, like tire tracks in fresh mud, straight, never ending… Then, as the tiniest glint of sunlight sifts the tenebrous room I think of you…my happiness, my everyday purpose and it all becomes clear Smiling now, I stand and greet this brand new beautiful day…wide awake Often I wonder, is it worth it...and then I wonder why I wonder © 2014 Jack...Author's Note
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Added on February 13, 2014Last Updated on February 13, 2014 AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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