Filler.
Goes up to full.
But is it full of filler
or a filler that is full?
Filler.
Goes up to full.
But is it full of filler
or a filler that is full?
Block.
It is a block.
It blocks.
What does it block?
Can I walk around the block?
Block head?
Can I stop the block?
Or is it merely a blockage?
Brick.
Mystics have revered
Throughout the centuries.
Oracles prophecy
The next disaster.
Witches give us potions
For various cures.
All in all
We only want guidance.
Assurances
That the future
Will be okay.
Yet no one,
Nostradamus included
Is right,
Because
Even though
Humans want a road map
To their own lives,
Everything
Is up for interpretation.
This poem included.
When you suspect
Devices
Have been compromised
But don’t know how
To check,
What do you do?
How can you stop
This newest
Kind of violation?
Answers are getting harder
To find these days.
Either that
Or I’m just getting old.
My empathy is lacking.
I can be sympathetic
but I don’t really care.
What can I do
when honesty compels me
to say that?
I want to help
but I really don’t know what will?
I am hoping time
will be on my side
this time.
Phone calls done.
Food provided.
Coffee still desired.
Cleaning the house?
I wonder how long I can go
before it becomes critical?
When your mental health
is tenuous
but the ones you call
to explain
will only accept physical symptoms
as a true sickness
means either explaining yourself
– Again –
or ignoring the honesty
and telling them
what they want to hear.
Oh to be a cartoon character
who is allowed
Not to do them.
To be able to sleep all day.
Eat all the lasagna.
Be grumpy and not have to explain why.
Of course,
being a cartoon cat
would not be as exciting
since everything I do
warrants watching.
I choose.
This is happening
because of me.
I decided.
So it is me
who is to blame.
Yet I feel no shame.
Because I am still fighting
that battle
which everyone ignores.
I am Depressed
and I choose to be late
because I can not find the energy
to get to where I am supposed to be.
So who is really at fault?
Me?
Or society that only see me as a failure?
The freezing cold
has given way
to milder temperatures.
Yet it is still below zero.
Time for a walk
with the spring jacket?
I do believe so.
Craziest thing to do in January?
If you think so
you definitely don’t know me.