In the Dark

In the Dark

A Poem by Dennis Shanaberg

The sunshine hurts my eyes,
So just keep me in the dark.
You might see that I'm crying
If you look really hard.

I don't wanna know.
I don't wanna know
Anything.
I don't wanna go.
I don't wanna go
Anywhere.

I am a shadow in the pitch black.
I am a drop fallen in the mud.
I'm the failure with no comeback.
I'm the lover with no one to love.

Stick my head in the sand.
I can feel it cloggin' up my throat.
I don't care to understand.
I hate everything that I'm told.

I don't wanna know.
I don't wanna know
Anything.
I don't wanna go.
I don't wanna go
Anywhere.

The crier is now tongue-tied.
The presses printing out in green.
The crowds responding in kind,
And the streets flood as they bleed.

So I'll Stick my head in the sand.
I can feel it cloggin' up my nose.
I don't care how it ends.
I'd rather that I'd never known.

I have never known--
I have never known
Anything.
I won't ever go--
I won't ever go
Anywhere.

© 2018 Dennis Shanaberg


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They say that ignorance is bliss. But I've often wondered if that were true, why we don't see armies of smiling faces each day. But something else altogether is here. Not just a proverbial ostrich with its head in the sand. This smacks of clinical depression; this repeating refrain,
"I don't wanna know.
I don't wanna know
Anything.
I don't wanna go.
I don't wanna go
Anywhere."

It sounds like a resolution of defeat along with a plea for sanity encroached upon by society. I had a friend once that would not leave his house or talk to people his depression was so intense. This reminded me of him. He credited me with helping to draw him out of his shell of depression with music. I'd go over to his apartment with my guitar and play for him. He was a guitarist too at one point but had lost some fingers in a factory accident. He began to talk more and do more and eventually got to where he would come to my house to visit. I believe music can not only soothe the savage beast but perhaps help heal a broken heart as well.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Life can be hard. We need answers.
I have never known--
"I have never known
Anything.
I won't ever go--
I won't ever go
Anywhere."
The above lines. I have known. Thank you Dennis for sharing your words and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Dennis Shanaberg
Dennis Shanaberg

Mentor, OH



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