My Other Selves Can't Help Me Now

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


taken from my book, "Does It Bother You Much?"

Submitted: October 02, 2017

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My Other Selves Can't Help Me Now

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The pain carved into my chest

__won't get out of the way

I scream in terror

__for all of my days

Nobody here to fill this emptiness

It's like I'm living in an empty nest

And all the little birdies

__flew away

Up up

__and beyond this place

Can you blame them?

It's a Hell hole

My soul moans inside of me

What's happened to complacency?

I guess I'm "sick and tired

__of being sick and tired"

Still

__there's nothing I can do about it

I have no "tools in my tool box"

I don't even have "a tool box"

I guess I'm just a fuck up

Nothing changes

Day after day

__I have nobody to hang out with

Nobody gives a shit

__or they'd do something about it

My other selves aren't enough anymore

And I don't know

__how to keep any one entertained

I'm like a lost chicken

__who forgot how to lay an egg

Whatever's wrong with me

__I guess I'm just not O.K. with it

I've come to thee end of my rope

Solitude forevermore

__and I don't even know why

Maybe I need to lay off the caffeine

I was fine before I went and "got me one"

Now all I feel is an escalation

__of a realization

____that I spend everyday without any one

Other than other versions of me

Well, I'm just SICK of me!

But this is thee only life I can live

I can't live any one else's

What a crock of shit

__life turned out to be

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09-24-'17 #4

D. L. Cannon


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