by Richard Vince

The right to be disappointed is one
I haven’t earned: I do not care
Enough to have expectations.

It’s one of those days when you cannot
Hide your world weary face behind
Unnecessary sunglasses. It’s one of those
Days when all you can be is honest.

There is a fragment of a feeling here;
A shard on which I can cut myself
If I do not handle it with care.
Why is this inevitable for me?
Can I not simply enjoy the world
As it is from a distance?

Sometimes I wish I could ignore this
Instinct to help. Sometimes I doubt
The altruism of my motives.
Sometimes I wish I could write about
To world around me, but fear I am
Doomed to write only of myself.


Posted on 10/30/2011
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 12/13/11 at 08:27 PM

i dig this. it feels very familiar, and today, well, it does feel like one of those days.

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