2024 Goldstein
This poem came about upon feeling overwhelmed as my situation and multiple obligations seems to push and pull me in opposing directions. One overcast afternoon, I sat in my car and read the novel 1984. Upon finishing, all my thoughts became clear, and this is what came out.
I like when nothing
is there.
When I am the only
one here
Through reflections gaze,
reality creeps back in,
but I do not let it.
I do..do not..do
I merge with it. blend around it,
discard. Then create my own
pocket of peace-time
time-piece. The ever-ending
secret of never-beginning
