I Don’t Want to Do This

Published June 3, 2016 by Nan Mykel

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

9 comments on “I Don’t Want to Do This”

Wow.. very nicely done! A powerful poem.

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Nan Mykel

June 4, 2016 at 12:17 pm

Thanks so much. I apologize for not having mastered Mr. Linky yet.

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

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Nan Mykel

June 4, 2016 at 12:16 pm

Thanks so much for looking for the poem. It must be my 80 years that interferes with my mastering the Mr. Lucky…

Nan

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

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Nan Mykel

June 4, 2016 at 3:27 pm

You’re right.

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- Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
  
  June 4, 2016 at 4:05 pm
  
  Maybe that’s why it’s hard to write an elegy…
  
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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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