Christine Sears

Shelf Life - Poem by Christine Sears

People feel the need to care
But I shrink from condescending eyes.
They just don't quite get it,
Don't see the hurt, the pain, the lies.

They try to comfort me.
It doesn't work because I shut my ears
So I can't hear them babble on.
It's become so easy over the years.

'I know they mean well, '
I try to convince myself.
But I wish they would just let me be,
Put me back on the top shelf.

The shelf life of an object
Often seems completely aimless,
And yes, it's usually uneventful,
But that's what makes it painless.

So if I can live without really living
Then just maybe I can cope.
Because, you see, the possibility of numbness
Is all that gives me hope.

Comments about Shelf Life by Christine Sears

  • Brian Mayo (10/20/2015 11:52:00 PM)

    Information overload is becoming epidemic. We can only spread ourselves so thin before the fabric rips. Great poem, captured a growing sentiment very well. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012

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