Note to Self

Damnable voices....

You've hated me for three weeks straight

Calling attention to my less than manly ways

Telling me the pedestals I've crafted are flawed

And that no one could love what I am

I pulled the show

Cut the ties

Promised change by next moonrise

Washed the mind

With soap and lye

Pulled the splinters from my tired eyes

You've scoffed my craft and beat me down, inattentive

Embarrassed, I turn to others for support

But thats when you do your best work, wrecking

Building fences of doubt and despair from wrought iron rails

I ate the crow

S**t the bed

Planted ragweed in my head

Lost the key

Can't find the door

Shopped a codependent grocery store

You've made me into a gushing idiot when no one cares

Tracing my missteps with amazing accuracy, tedious

Playing movies of things that haven't happened, high definition

Torturing my sleep with depressed relationship rhetoric

I flipped the switch

Pulled a knife

Rolled your head and took your life

Yelled my name

Attached my balls

Bludgeoned down your f*****g paper walls

I want my life back

Author's Note

Talking to myself rarely gets me where I want to be...

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I feel like it's the death throws of a narcissistic relationship -- past, present, or someone else's -- it is a very intense ride. One minor suggestion, and take it with a rather large grain of salt,
(I want to add wife somewhere in the end, wrong or right, but either way, I would punctuate it with I want back my life ...) just a thought, feel free to disregard

[Crowley]

I always regard. That is interesting and may work out well. I will think on it and see what happens with a few tune ups. Thanks Lyn....I appreciate it!

[Lyn Anderson]

No problem. loved it

[sette]

but it still healthy though, talking to one self is like reflecting on whatever be it pain or joy

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Have I been talking in my sleep again Cee? Look under the seat...the keys are always there...I m just wondering where I ve been left :)

[Crowley]

somewhere between the greenhouse and filet mignon....lol. Bu never left for long, how could you be?

[Chris Shaw]

Blimey! Run a mile mate before it gets that bad. I love the way this poem is crafted. You have your very own unique style.

Chris

[Crowley]

lol...thanks Christine...I love when you come to the house and review. Next time I'll be sure to have a bite or a good movie to watch!!

[Chris Shaw]

Call me Chris. My dad called me Christine when he was cross with me :))

[Neville]

Just do what they tell ya, when they tell ya and then blame it on some other guy.... actually don't, I spent a whole career trying to treat folk with amongst other symptoms some of the most compelling and distressing command hallucinations... They told me to read ya, so I did, so I did.......Another good un my friend & true.... Neville

[Crowley]

haa!!! thanks man.

[Neville]

and so say all of us....