Poem - In My Chair (A Note)

[kokopelle]

“In My Chair (A Note)” is scary part of some people’s realities, both from the perspective of the person sitting in the chair and those elsewhere in the room.


In My Chair (A Note)

I sit here in my chair
thinking of the place of no pain
crossing over to find some peace
while leaving havoc in my path
holding finger in the dike
not to leave or worst will come
damn the river pressing in
hostage to the promises

it’s not that I’m worthless now
I’ve done some things of high note
pulled down the moon, struck the note
put the world to picture’s frame
it is instead that I’m so tired
worn to nub and then some more
with faint relief from time to time
flashing past, not to stay

shiny pretty has long gone
the flavor lost here in my head
see the realm where dust is king
to hold or eat, it is the same
blissful darkness would be the balm
gone, bye-bye, here no more
if only it could be mild
recrimination heaped high on my head

I’ll take my leave if you please
opening door to exit’s grief
pardon slight if you feel this way
so confused by my roles
I am the villain and victim like
more the former for cowardness
less the latter from illness’ grip
bidding farewell in my chair.

© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170124.