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Waiting to break

by Lisa-Dawn Sparling

I am watching the dark gray skies stand perfectly still

I am wondering if it is my reflection.

My eyes are burning,

my back is in knots,

my belly bloated from too much cherry cheese cake icecream.

I am sure to fall asleep again in my clothes,

on the coach,

TV blaring,

restless and feeling guilty for snapping at the kids for not going to sleep,

so I can wake up exhausted,

and make the kids lunches,

and wake them up from the tired slumber,

and feed them and dress them,

and drag them to daycare,

so I can work and pretend I care,

when I don't.

Then I can kick my ass for having three cigarettes in one day,

and for not sticking to my diet,

and help everyone around me and feel good for a moment,

and know that I am creating good karma,

but wonder when I'll use it on myself.

I can't remember the last time I did my hair,

or slept in bed,

or put on pajamas,

or stopped feeling guilty for all the things I didn't get done.

I would just like a nice bubble bath please,

and a glass of wine and some sushi.

(a massage would be nice too, how many points do I have?)

05/27/2004

Author's Note: I have no right to complain. my life is so great and I am thankful to have a life to complain about.

Posted on 05/28/2004
Copyright © 2024 Lisa-Dawn Sparling

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/31/04 at 04:29 PM

I see some of myself in this piece, especially when my 21 year old son was a youngster. I especially like this part: and know that I am creating good karma, but wonder when I'll use it on myself.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/31/04 at 04:30 PM

PS: Have added it to my favorites.

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