Chatter Box
I talk to myself a lot
Many things
Lots of grievances
Against her and him
The way she treated me
The way he looked at me
And laughed
Do I deserve this
After what I have done
For them?
Day and night
In my waking and sleeping moments
The storm brews inside me
Like a tsunami
In my stomach
The ocean churns
My head hurts
My lips flutter
As if I am there
Talking to him or her
In absentia
She is not there
She can’t be there
She may not be aware of
What is consuming me
Inch by inch.
Then why should I
Have this dialog with myself
This catabolic dialog
May be that is why
They have mantras to chant
The beads to roll
The images to pray
The breath to follow
To rescue me from this
Chatter of nothingness.
May be that is why
There is TV
Radio, newspaper
Gossip, games
To rescue me from myself
Not to leave me alone
Not to know
And confront myself
To be somewhere else
More pleasant
More romantic
More to my liking
If I know what these are.
((*.*))
January 22, 2006 |