In The Rubble Again

In The Rubble Again

 

Someone says, "Let's hang out! It's been forever

Since we have hung out! I miss you!"

A smile appears, and I gladly accept;

Promises are made and telephones echo

the rings of "I'll call you!"

But the next day, plans are dissolved

like yesterday's trash:

put aside, taken off, then thrown away,

and I am left standing in the rubble again,

surrounded by the smell of lies and deceit.

The rubble comforts me, beckoning me home,

and the weird thing about it is…

I'm used to it.

I'm used to swimming in a pool

of forgotten plans and misplaced priorities.

Of wondering if the next plan will even live

through the night, and expecting

its death in the morning.

I'm used to all of it.

But, if I am so used to being forgotten,

then why does it still hurt?

                    

-Carolina A. Evans

                                                                        January 26, 2007

Reviews

[THERISA]

It's remembering that we're forgotten, which the pain comes from. No one should have to face this reality on a constant basis. Wish i had a better answer to your question at the end of the poem. But, i too know what it feels like to be forgotten by friends and love ones. Not sure, if this is an answer for you. except make a new circle of friends to surrond yourself with. Thank you for sharing this very emotional poem with us.

Therisa

[Wolfwind Words]

What a true tale of one of those issues that we all hate. It brings across just how imperfect life can be at times. I loved the way you brought across the images of frustration and aloneness. And the lines about being used to it. I totally feel that it is truth. I have many times lived in that world as well. Great Job!