RAT A-TAT-TAT CRAP.A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL AND HER DEPRESSION AND TIME AND DAYS AND HOURS.There is always that backward looking, then forward looking, then inward looking, seeking a way out, wanting out, not knowing why, feeling brave one minute, then awfully too shy. You see it in fragments, life, bits broken strung together by odd thoughts, sensations that sicken, him there, not there, promises made, and then unmade. You have the dark dog days, the seeing no light or reason for further being days, those why the f**k did I wake up days or hours, or minute by minute unfolding times, where everything sickens like foul crimes. The wanting to die days, wanting to have no more of this crap days, the I want to sleep forever mornings with hand over mouth big deep yawnings. You wish he'd come, then you're glad he hasn't, or sometimes both at once wanting and not wanting or not knowing what the f**k you want, just that, that, that, rat a-tat-tat crap. © 2016 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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