Rob Runnerstrom

Rookie (3-23-88 / Kenosha Wisconsin)

Sit And Stare - Poem by Rob Runnerstrom

I sit and stare
my face blank
my face bare.

I have pain from head to toe.
I had only one thing, I needed to know.
Is this love, or lust.
For good or bust.

I sit with my guitar, my only true friend.
Me and him, together from begging to end
I play him, he plays me
I sit in my chair, he sits on my knee

No emotions to express,
just a deep yearning for depress,

I sit and stare
my face blank,
my face bare.

Love I have felt,
with hitting of the belt
that sting, that hurt
that’s love with no shirt
Raw and real,
Just have to deal.
with ups and down,
and backs and fourths.

Why is pain love?
and why do I love pain?
why do I choose to hurt,
When I have reason not.

I sit and stare
my face blank
my face bare

I feel as dirt,
low and nothing
For I have been discarded
thrown to the side, no rules applied
Just come and go, yes and no.

With or without
whatever is convenient

My head, my playground.
Anything allowed to go down.
Good or bad,
For better or worse.

I sit and stare
my face blank
my face bare

My decisions make me,
my actions break me.
I have no love, I have no hate.
With death I have a frightful date.

I meet and greet.
With open arms,
Only when the time is right.
the fitting is tight,
That pain, that bite.

I sit and stare with a shimmering glare.
I look up and see,
I see you with Me, for better or worse.
Then with a flash, I'm in my hearse

I sit and stare
my face blank
my face bare

Being carted away, for this be the day
I go to sleep and forget to wake up.
Not so bad, not so good.
Just sitting staring my face blank.

I get hit with a bat,
a bat from wood
I guess something wasn't good.
I've been bad, now I'm glad.

I know now, I am alone,
nobody can hurt or trample me.
for I am my worse enemy.
I bring love I bring hate.

I sit and stare
my face blank
my face bare

Love and hate, hand and hand
All other emotions have been banned.
For this is my story, nothing to it.
Just love and hate, accompanied with a hit.

I sit and watch violence erupt.
for this is no way to raise a boy.
They laugh with joy, they hit with glee.
No one there protecting me.

I am home, all alone
with no body with no bone.
just in spirit, and memory.
For no one will remember me

I sit and stare
my face blank
my face bare

If I go, if I stay,
who is there for me to play.
to entertain my growing brain
running fast as an Amtrak train

I sit and I'm numb, sucking my thumb.
reverting to my inner child
for I have been extremely wild.

For I am sad, HELP ME DAD!
for he is gone, and I am alone.
Sitting staring in my home.

I sit and stare
my face blank
my face bare

waiting, wondering, wanting and wishing.
for nothing happens.
All still so silent for she and he
taught violence.

How to grow, what to know?
Who is my moral teacher?
For I am, and always have,
been learning right from bad.

I sit and smoke, for that dollar
was my last and now I'm broke
as I sit and read, I choke.
I cry, with a yearning to die.

Much too intense,
to sit and think past tense
For the past is gone, and I am here.
Coping with another beer.

I sit and stare
my face blank
my face bare

I sit and drink,
trying too hard not to think.
I am getting drunk, all is well.
For then a ringing of a bell.

This bell clean and clear
very near very dear
To a child with nothing
but hope, and hope means nothing to a child

For this is a challenge I shall face
win or lose, now that is fate.

Comments about Sit And Stare by Rob Runnerstrom

  • (1/9/2006 2:02:00 PM)

    It is so beautiful. You make me so proud of you. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/24/2005 12:52:00 AM)

    Great and painful lyric! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2005

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