Musings by The Poet Loriet
Why I Cry
I'm drowning,
just another nameless face
or faceless name...
social security number,
birthdate, height, weight.
I'm a nurse who
doesn't save lives
anymore...
a glorified secretary,
a paper pusher,
what I never
wanted to be.
My kids are becoming
everything I hoped
they'd never have to~
scars inside and out,
labeled as problems,
detentions, suspensions,
just another
product of
divorce.
Nobody
wants to claim me.
I'm just a cheap lover,
dispensable...
I'm losing the fight
to keep my sense
of humor.
My bills stack higher,
housework never ends,
the fix-it list is
insurmountable...
The poetry is draining
out of my life.
There's no poetry in
being just one
more failure--
no better, no worse
than anyone else.
I just want release.
Blackness, nothingness
looks sweet...
I pray for night
to come claim me.
Is life supposed to
hurt like this?
Lori Beal
just another nameless face
or faceless name...
social security number,
birthdate, height, weight.
I'm a nurse who
doesn't save lives
anymore...
a glorified secretary,
a paper pusher,
what I never
wanted to be.
My kids are becoming
everything I hoped
they'd never have to~
scars inside and out,
labeled as problems,
detentions, suspensions,
just another
product of
divorce.
Nobody
wants to claim me.
I'm just a cheap lover,
dispensable...
I'm losing the fight
to keep my sense
of humor.
My bills stack higher,
housework never ends,
the fix-it list is
insurmountable...
The poetry is draining
out of my life.
There's no poetry in
being just one
more failure--
no better, no worse
than anyone else.
I just want release.
Blackness, nothingness
looks sweet...
I pray for night
to come claim me.
Is life supposed to
hurt like this?
Lori Beal
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Why I Cry
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