I Don’t Want to Do This

Isn’t there enough stoney

lifelessness pelting like hail,

chasing children  down alleyways,

too scared to scream, safety’s lap now

gone, a void, missing, but where?

Pulling that tooth for no reason,

sandpapering the old child’s heart,

spoonfeeding loss?  Alas.


For Dverse  6/3/2016

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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9 Responses to I Don’t Want to Do This

  1. thotpurge says:

    Wow.. very nicely done! A powerful poem.


  2. Sumana Roy says:

    the whole poem sums up in a single word “Alas.”…powerful lines…


  3. I think pain can be handled in many ways.. But picking at scabs is not the best way to heal a wound.


  4. Bodhirose says:

    Truly a loss when children have no place of safety…I can relate. It leaves them floundering. This is a raw message, Nan, thanks for sharing. There are two links up for you but neither one connected to a poem. I’m assuming this one was written for the elegy prompt.
    Gayle ~


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