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My Life
by Joan SerratelliI don't know
what's become
of me
I can't write
I can't think
I can't do anything!
I need
to get out
of this
horrible funk
I need
to laugh
I need to love
But all I do
is sit here
and dwell
The past,
the present,
the future
have taken over
my mind
Please help
I need to live again
instead of just sitting
and thinking
of what is to be
11/26/2006 Author's Note: I have a bout of Writer's Block. This is my first piece in a while.
Posted on 11/26/2006
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/26/06 at 08:53 PM Hi Joan. You make me wonder here, maybe what we actually need is not a tensionless state, but rather the striving and struggling for some worthy goal. What we need is not the discharge of tension at any cost, but the call of a potential meaning waiting to be fulfilled by us.
This poem has a raw purity. Thanks. |
| Posted by Tony Young on 11/29/06 at 02:06 AM Hi Joan, If only we knew, If only we knew...T |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 11/29/06 at 04:45 AM Horrible funks, can't write, can't think ... yup, sounds like writer's block to me. Joan, you have written crisply and clearly what so many of us have bouts with. Hopefully, this is a start for you to begin writing again. Cheers. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/29/06 at 05:19 AM Oh, how I relate to this. You clearly describe your inner dilemma, and I like that you ask for help and that you want to move beyond this feeling. Nice job. |
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