Listless Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Homesick.
With drifting homeless thoughts.
Roaming pointless.
Missing purpose thoughts once had,
Cemented to have existed...
In unquestioned connected reason.
With meaning attached to feel anchored.

Now listless with existing wishes,
To be welcomed back again.
Even if it is to argue needlessly.
But to do with thoughts,
To bring to a table no one now visits...
With thoughts to toss to think wasted.
Homesick for that reminisced ownership.

Homesick to feel listless and homeless,
One's kept existing thoughts to wish...
They were anchored.
Instead of wanting at one time to be freed,
From disagreeing arguments.
Or a declared ownership,
Of another one now is prepared to condone.

'I just want to return back home.'

~And why? ~

'This independent thinking business,
Just does not work without the support...
Of your thoughts.'

~But...
You said my thoughts to you were useless.~

'I did.
But without yours,
My own I've discovered are worthless.'

~Perhaps pointless too? ~

'Let's not argue.
Or begin again to debate who is right.'