Suddenly I am thrown and tossed,
...................broken and fixed.
Discontent. Unhappy.
Content. Happy.
Watching cars sit at the curb.
Pretending they are all mine.
And if they were, I'd drive them
..................to many empty parking lots.
Fill up the spaces.
Fill up the spaces.
Desert them.
Collect them later and
.................set them on fire.
But I know this is not real.
My lighter does not even have fuel.
Ah, but perhaps the store
................is still open?
Suddenly I am equally unaware
..................of squalid conditions
............................and
.......................equally perverse
..............................attentions...
Open and shut.
Shut and open.
Good friends always help
................their friends to cry.
Hello Poet our mind is a trap.... we think too much and we gets lost in it.... and it does not give us all the answers... feel your heart and dispense your objectivity... Open and shut your feelings....I love it...
Human mind is so erratic... Sudden is the change of mood and there is a lot of incongruity to be percieved in our thoughts as well as in life.... The last lines are a shocking revelation.... we all experience it one time or the other.... When friends quicken the flow of tears... It is unbearable and we are bewildered by the antagonism of life.... A great write! !
Your write rattles on, like a train chugging down the winding track.....a mind spilling fragments...click, clack, clack! I loved it's intensity of how the mind works! And your last line should be applauded, devices! PEACE
Good friends always help ................their friends to cry. Agreed upto some extent. But if it happens so life is lost. A good friend is a good foe if accepted and practically happens so except in rare cases due to which the life is continuing. I regard your emotions and thoughts.
Broken and fixed - this was very powerful. And the last two lines I loved. s
Appreciate the pauses in this great write, can capture the mood. Thank you
Good friend always help their friends to cry Hmmm, I love the sound of that phrase. Got me thinking. Short yet fulll of life. Beautifully penned
The abrupt swings of mind and mood have been portrayed well in this poem. An excellent work! I may be wrong, but I would like to interpret the last two lines of your poem differently from some of the poets who commented. I would like to think that you meant good friends play a cathartic role, by helping the afflicted to cry and relieve him, to some extent at least, of the grief or sorrow or void feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good friends always help... nice poem come to rescue pay the due ad review if you are in trouble....10