Neglect Poem by r james sterzinger

Neglect

Rating: 5.0


many a night now
I get these bouts
where I cannot sleep
and I succumb to a
grief that bears a mirror
that challenges me
to take a look-see at
myself and wonder
where the hell
did I go wrong?

so I tap away at the computer
and crank out meaningless verse
that makes as much sense
as a monkey on a skateboard.

her death and your
neglect have made me
into something
I would rather have not become.

I have become an old toad
that watches and bides his time
waiting for my own death
wondering when it will happen
and if everyone will slobber after me
when it is too damn late.
I'll shew them out of my hospital room
you know
have them pack up their circus
just so I can die in peace.

you see I got it all at thirty
figured it all out
every bit
how life is precious and beautiful
that love is the most important thing
but as I watched her die
no one else seemed to get it
except me.

so I isolate myself with
a cup of tea and soda crackers
talk to my dog
and watch the chickadees
watch the snow fall
and wait for offers in the mail
praying that this life is but one go round
and nothing at the other end.

you see everything puckers up and dies
either in the fall or the winter
when the ground is too hard
to bury it all away
but it all makes sense
and has a comic irony
like angels in street corner Christmas windows
unsaid rosaries hanging from rearview mirrors
or a lonely child's mitten in the snow.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shirley Hanley 14 October 2009

Wow... that was beautiful. Honestly, I'm speechless. A cadence of the soul... 10++++ I put in my favorites. Shirley

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