I don’t often do poetry here on Show Me, but today I find myself in the place I hate, yet seem to find inescapable… that limbo of the cloistered artist (or writer, in this case): free time.
When I didn’t have a full-time job, this limbo would burn itself out through natural means until I’d have nothing else to do but write. However, now that I work full-time, I need to recover (which I never seem to do completely) from my taxing job first, which pushes the “free time” segment further back in my time schedule. By the time I get to it, it’s just an odious purgatory that counts down the time until I get released only to a different sort of ominous prison… work.
Anyway, it inspired this short poem…
I’m in that special, awful place – the limbo of my mind:
Where my best dreams and hopes and goals are all left far behind.
It’s cool here, but the air is stale – I’ve breathed it o’er and o’er,
And I will just do nothing, like so many times before.
Like pris’ners in a Sartre play, I can’t open the door;
The will is mine, the thing’s to do – and yet I do no more.
It seems I’m trapped forever here, this world of my own making;
‘Til scripts of drugs and scheduled work call me to my back breaking.
Sorry for that, readers… just had to get it off my chest.
And here I thought I was done with sorrowful poetry after high school. Heh – no such luck.
Thanks for reading.
I do enjoy knowing that you all are there.
How is the book coming?
Slower than I’d like, but my work situation has changed (thankfully), so I should be able to start writing at an increased rate now.
glad to hear that
The Universe throws curve balls at us all the time, or else it would get bored watching the same old show.
I think mine is due for some more cast changes soon. 😉
This is true, and usually it comes at the best possible time 🙂
Remember, you can’t have believable drama without conflict.