For our lives
by Ryan Nardi
This apartment is a metaphor for our lives.
It's not boxes and junk, but the always slipping away promise
of a better life, a comfortable life.
The time I want to spend happy,
the time I've spent sad
makes me want to be angry
resentful and green with envy
of other people and what they have.
The time I've spent frustrated,
the things I would change...
You hear me blurt out, "Help me!"
The things I wish I could change...
The limited number of days,
the peace in the clear spots on the floor,
the wait for no knocks at the door,
the son or the daughter,
the house and the field,
the question of what's even real,
keep me wanting a medicine that makes me sleep at night.
Sometimes I wish I'd close my eyes and never wake up
rather than face the out-of-time waste I've become.
So, I'm not mad at you.
You're paddling a boat with your hands,
the same as I am,
same boat, in fact.
We're int he same boat,
and the boat isn't sinking,
but it's small, and it's crowded,
and, even though it's just the two of us,
I find myself hiding from you,
when I wish that we could lay holding each other
and really believe everything is going to be alright.
Posted on 12/09/2018
Copyright © 2023 Ryan Nardi
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/10/18 at 08:30 PM|
A lovely poem concerning love apprehended if not fully comprehended. In the end such apprehension is all one would wish for, someone to adore before the curtain ascends or the transmission ends.
|Posted by Rob Littler on 12/22/18 at 09:00 AM|
imagine, if you dare, a boat apartment in an upriver sea, a swell and a sway in the most ominous way...every creak from its crack, every voice echoed within the walls, tis destiny to perish in the waves and/or be lost among the falls.