Memos from the Middle

Smack-Dab in the Middle of Living


If enough were too much
we’d have it sooner
but being alone is scary
to both of us

if forever were real
we’d run away screaming
dreading the sameness
of lasting days

if nothing were something
we’d be smug and wealthy
carving our emptiness
into glory

if chaos were peace
we’d drink it for breakfast
ignoring the hurt
swallowing the pain.

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4 thoughts on “Enough

  1. Damien on said:

    That last stanza is something that many us of are already doing. Just today I’ve already had two big bowls of BS and believe me, I was scraping the plate.

  2. Angela on said:

    As always. well said.

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