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hollow (an adolescent title for adolescent writing)
January 15, 2006
it's all so simple, again.
more and more days and nights spent
looking around me at my home,
full of things that mark time,
help it pass quickly,
unnoticed until darkness falls and
i know another day is gone.
more and more days and nights spent
weighing all the options that might distract me,
to-do's and could-do's and should-do's,
rejecting them all,
because i've done them before,
and nothing has been gained.
more and more days and nights spent.
spent.
tonight i went out,
saw friends,
and nothing changed.
they mean something,
maybe everything,
but they take much of it with them when they go.
so i walked home,
pulled my shoulders in,
cupped the night in my hand,
and held it to my ear.
but i didn't hear the ocean,
just deceit -
just the false roar
of all the hollow things.
Posted by Rob at January 15, 2006 12:33 AM
Comments
Hey, Rob. Your paragraph about seeing your friends really hit home with me. That is how I feel when my kids are around and then when they leave. Like they mean everything to me and then they take it all with them when they are gone. Nice work.
Posted by: coral at January 18, 2006 05:33 PM