Oh Larry, sometimes your poems hit my hard so hard that I find it hard to recover from, and this is one of those times. I knew what to expect from the poem just by reading the titles, I hesitated but then decided to read it.
I know age and life has a lot to do with it but still I never saw you in that light, as being tired or simply exhausted. Am used to the funny serious side of you so to have a glimpse of whats going on in your head just gave me a sense of sadness. We are so lucky to have someone like you in here..
Alas I wish that were the truth in my case but it isn't. You see in my case I've never had stability, at least not in the fifteen years since my mother died. But that's another tale for another time haha
Thank you for this Larry.
I know how you feel, to be leaving somewhere and stepping into the unknown on a regular basis, it's not easy and it never will be, though in only 19 and shouldn't know these things, it seems these things have been what my life has been built on
We all suffer from this feeling from time to time, Hazel. When you're young I believe it's more because there are so many different forces pulling you each way that you become distracted. I would not worry about it so much; just learn to tune out those distractions that do you no good. You'll be fine.
2 years ago
by Ben Pickard
Such a brilliantly abrupt and sad last stanza.
A wonderful write and deserved win, Larry.
"Where is my phone?
I've looked in every room
It's simply gone,"
"It's here, dad,
you're carrying it around,"
Such patience she has
parts of my world.
^ That happened with my glasses, but also on another occasion with a pencil. Turns out I had them both in my head, I just ... well, I forgot. O_O
It happens whenever I have too many thoughts on my head. I get distracted by them that I don't pay attention to my surroundings.
Not the best feeling to realize that they felt lost but that in reality they weren't.
I like the part were activity is mentioned. Being active helps to keep the mind focused, less distracted by unknowing thoughts.