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i feel so bad
by Charlie Morganwhen i close my eyes to sleep, i slay everyone;
they don't seem to mind, each morning i see them
and they're up and picking-up where they left-off.
i don't think they know that i do that.
with time being so precious and all.
i feel guilty about it; two kids are just about to kiss,
make-out and i go to sleep. i feel guilty i told you.
me, robbing two human beings of being humans, being.
Rip Van Winkle slew a slew from listlessness, so now
i continue the slaughter. each night everybody stops.
everyday, upon my waking, they continue their daily lives.
in ol' Rip's case he stopped them for 20 years; me, i
stop them for a night at a time. done that for 63 years.
i'm more concerned about when i die; they will never wake-up.
06/29/2010 Posted on 06/29/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/30/10 at 12:13 AM Every day is a gift. Life is too short. Great write as usual! |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/30/10 at 02:19 AM I love this...lines 3 & 8 very cool... |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/03/10 at 11:25 AM the first stanza got me laughing, but the piece ends with a heavy line. there's a lot to process in that line... |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/06/10 at 12:52 AM Well, you are the one with the counseling background so I will let you analyze the deep-seated whirlpool from whence this comes. Me - I am usually running from someone who wants to slay ME. Maybe it is you. But I won't hold it against you since you're so old. So far - even in MY oldness I have been able to outrun you. Either that or just as you were about to reach me with your scythe I wake up. nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah :-; Fun read, Charlie. |
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