The Beast Gives No Rest.

I could work an insipid job

that just makes me want to cry.

Or I could dream a new dream,

by and by.

A dream resurrected,

from the past.

to put it to rest?

or shoot this beast 

in the chest...

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I've just read two of your poems in a row that speak of "going for it" -- pursuing a dream. It makes me wonder if this might be an ongoing part of your path, struggling against the mundane crap we need to do to pay the bills or taking a risk & flying free of tethers. Every person must choose whatever level of risk they can handle, but I will say, I do not regret doing routine BS for 30+ years, just so I could be doing what I love right now without worry for how I'll get by (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Diana]

Thank you, Margie! I've clawed my way out of some of the B.S.

[Danny Metcalfe]

I feel the sentiments of this piece. I especially like the end lines: 'to put it to rest?
or shoot this beast
in the chest...'

Nice work.

[Diana]

Thank you. Glad you enjoyed that line...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a clever rhyme scheme in this.
a very creative way to look at the monotony we feel when tied to a job that seems
to have no beginning, no end, just toil and no smiles...
I have been there and done that...so I relate to this..
j.

[Diana]

Thank you, Jacob. Happy to see your review.