All these long meanwhiles

At first , the rage and anger make us live
The energy inside those feelings’ s strong
But when nobody else  receives or gives
We feel that to this world we don’t belong.

The numbness, the paralysis  overcomes
We see the clock but have no urge to eat
We must impel ourselves while  feeling dumb
To stagger to the kitchen with its meats.

In the morning, wakening from our dreams
Of Leonard Cohen  singing as he smiles
It’s hard to  follow any plan or scheme
What to do with all these long meanwhiles?

Paralysed by an illness or disease
All  alone, the love inside can freeze

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history, literature and music.
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