by Glen Martin Fitch
Okay! I feel the pain.
So where's the gain?
We limp through life.
Some keep the march.
Some crawl.
Avoiding hazards,
longing to complain,
we scan our scars
while hoping death to stall.
We all want bliss.
Aroused, entranced we think
the gross, the grand and
everything between
will fill the void.
And so we eat.
We drink.
We screw and shop
to try to feel serene.
Of course,
there never really is enough.
Too soon
the over-loaded senses fade
and faced with anxious fear
we bluff, evade, and
leave our hidden needs betrayed.
I often think
I'd rather die than feel.
At least with every wince
I know what's real.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011