Why are the young so happy?
Full of optimism
Full of glee
Nothing’s too big for their imagination
Then LIFE strikes…
One stumble: “Oh I’m good. Just a slight misstep. I got this.”
One stumble turns into years of pileup.
Your light dims.
Sucker-punch after sucker-punch.
Bitterness & apathy are no longer weekend guests; they’ve become unwanted tenants.
Folks start peddling you all kinds of sworn tested & true remedies in the name of “help you feel better”.
Thing is, they only work for so long before you just shrivel up and die while still wide awake…
My heart feels kinda bad ‘cause my man done gone.
Wudin’ mine no mo’ anyhow, bless his heart.
He won’t even give me da time o’ day.
I feels pitiful ‘cause I wants to rekindle some thangs that used to be.
I thought the fire was out but sumpin’ done sparked.
Don’t mean I wants to really strike up no romance ‘cause too many years done gone by.
But my l’il self tried ta reach out, and, maybe my efforts was in vain.
I feels kinda foolish now—shoulda let him make a move.
Aw, but he didn’t.
So, my l’il fast tail couldn’t wait.
Now, I’s just gone have ta put this here woe aside ‘cause it’s so unbecoming.
©2012 Nesi Writes
Boredom takes a seat pouring a slow molasses like lethargy over my being.
I feel imprisoned in this nothingness—nothing motivates or stirs me.
Yes, I know the masses stand with their little list perched as sheet music ready to sing their operatic song of what I should or could do to escape boredom‘s hold.
Sing on if you must.
My ears hear you—my mind won’t listen.
Enfolded in the lull of boredom’s cradle, nothing penetrates this trap.
I wait it out until the next day.
Upon rising, I’m as good as new with a million and one things to do.
However, right now—this moment—I’m boredom’s prey.
©2012 Nesi Writes