Sometimes
At night
When I can’t sleep
And all I can focus on is how tight my skin feels
I go downstairs
And put a mug of milk in the microwave
For two minutes to make cocoa
And do nothing but think.
And I think about how the world feels wrong
How I am not who I am supposed to be
How nothing is going the way that I planned
Back when I was a kid
I think about the way that no matter how much I try
I will never be
Enough
Never be good enough
Because I am doing it wrong
I am doing
It
Wrong
And at this point I am on the cold tiles of the floor and nothing makes sense anymore
And the fluorescent lighting is harsh on my eyes
And the cold has a way of making my ribs ache
And I am so goddamn scared of the future it hurts
But then the microwave goes beep
And I stand up
And make cocoa as my hands shake
Nice modern poem! Interesting how haywire our thoughts and emotions can go, running in all directions in such a short period of time and then poof... back to reality. Back to the present moment.
Beautiful depiction of unpleasant effects of anxiety and insomnia, both which are integral parts of depression. A well articulated piece of poetry insightfully penned with conviction. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Mae. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
you know, it happens I've just written a comment - on another poem - which can fits yours, also: Life is what it is.. we don't know much about it.. substantially, we don't know anything.. for such a reason it may be a burden to some (or many) of us. But we need to confront Life if we simply want to go on living.. And preparing a cup of cocoa in the middle of the night is surely a way to alleviate that burden, for a while.. ;) Thanks for sharing, Mae, and WELCOME at PoemHunter Ciao Fabrizio
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this happens to most of us, at least from time to time. Nicely written, Mae. Thanks