I’m here
Sitting by the lake
If you can see me now
What do I have to lose?
If I wasn’t here it wouldn’t matter
If I’m not here it wouldn’t change you
It wouldn’t change the crystal clear water
There is nothing that I can do
Lying here impotent
On red Muskoka chairs
No matter how far I travel
Or where I sit
It doesn’t change
This unease
I can never get comfortable
Feeling useless isn’t unique
But feeling nothing
Is okay
Spiders crawling
Bedspread
I try to bleed them but they keep coming back
Nesting in my ears
You can hear them
Constructing a web
Trap the flies
I wish I could trap your eyes
Stroke them with honey
This sugar is for you
And there’s nothing left for me.
Leaving, wouldn’t matter
Staying
Is suspended mid-air
Floating
Spiders make me uncomfortable
And that’s why I can’t sit still.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
I had no idea I had some catching up to do here 🙂 Loving it.
Ha-ha Thank you! Always a pleasure to hear from you. 😊