I Don't Know
It’s been an age since I last spoke to somebody.
Just pottering about the house,
A visit to every room and looking at
Well
Nothing.
I can’t remember why I walked into the toilet
And I don’t know why I gaze into the fridge,
Bite after bite
Day after day.
I’m so fat, I’m so lonely
Can I speak anymore?
Can I relate?
What am I doing?
I would like to sleep, I would like to dream
I would like to mean
Something.
I’m so tired
Just a rest, a rest from
Everything.
I don’t even know what I’m saying
I don’t even know what I feel
I don’t know what I’m trying to do
I don’t know if I’m trying anything.
I just don’t know.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Tue 21st Jul 2009 10:52
And Lord! haven't we all been there too. This is really good. It is the 'downs' the 'deep downs' that propel you back up to heights which you couldn't even imagine before. Don't despair. Survive!