a monday poem

sometimes

tired of waiting
sick of taste
tired of sleeping life away
sing kyrie
hear nothing

throw something
feel the irony
feel anger sink
dried up tears
feel nothing

think insanity
entertain it
keep testing
such real imagining
face steels

candles mourning
mouths sing
inside hearts weep
smell the stink
the smoke stings

emptiness
weary and bleeding
bedtime sneers
weary of thinking
eat bitterness

scream
try to breathe
grind teeth
devastating
why keep living

(by my friend linda olsen)