Conversation with Lorraine

[Coruja-the-Owl]

Conversation with Lorraine

Should I strike you
As lost, bizarre, confused...
Without a doubt
Forlorn and fumbling
There somewhere,
But where?
Within ? without ?
Should I seem
beyond beyond
Or vacant behind
This glassy gaze
Believe it
Or believe it not
I'm facing
personal issues
From my early days

Perhaps you feel
That I'm
Somewhat surreal
And running from
And won't confront
Some petty thing
Some triviality
Thats grown too large
Too great a thing for me
I'm useless in this situation
Too be blunt
Discerning blacks and whites
From grays
My helplessness
May well frustrate
The eyebrows raise
And I am lost alone
Within this maze
Of personal issues
From my early days

So should I cast away the pain ?
Forget, forgive and put aside
This weight I carry
And the scars
Stride straight ahead
As Shakespeare said
"Assume the porte of Mars"
Would Cyrano be Cyrano
Without his nose?
Or an Emperor an Emperor
With no clothes ?
In Life we don't
Cast off
Our history
It makes us
Who we are
In many ways
You know that
It's no mystery
Yet,
It never ceases to amaze
We are the sum
Of personal issues
From
Our early days.

Ed Coruja 08/09/2018

[matthew18]

Wow...Wow and wow...I feel this one and connect. Bless you Ed and feel this one with you Man.

[Coruja-the-Owl]

Thanks, I think my poems tend to be rather more disciplined now because I am not drunk when I write them, but I do miss the old chaotic stuff when I was depressed and drunk.. it seemed more real !

[matthew18]

I feel the shame Police echoing down on the drunken chaotic writing poet, formulating a narrative dirivitive of directive going someplace nowhere soon but now maybe next door to my house in absenteeism of abstract refugeeism echoing isolation in a conduit built on the aquaduct.