A Poverty of Spirit

Jamesvansteel By Jamesvansteel, 28th Aug 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Falling short of others' expectations as well as my own. How am I to explain my worthlessness?

A Poverty of Spirit

Words? I don't know any
I went to school too,
the teachers knew less than me.
we were animals in a zoo.

Gifts? You shouldn't have.
Oh for you.
My dentist says it's a wallet cavity
novacaine gravity ensues.

Songs? Tone deaf, drum melody
a rumpumpumpum
on my beer belly
Beethoven's last one.

Embraces? If I could
I slept on my arms
they feel like wood
I dreamed of work on a farm.

I could comfort and woo you with words, but my education did not stick. In fact school was nothing but a wild assembly of children and papers, the teachers look on in disgust. Perpetually poor, I have nothing of value to offer you, Over prolonged periods this condition begins to take on the spiritual characteristics of a disease or sickness with no remedy. I could produce art, music for you, but things never fall into place. Little mutterings and strums in my mind are symphonies, but to the world they are nothing. Even my body fails me when I wish to give it away, I might as well be asleep.


Disappointment, Regret

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