Category : Poems

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it's the kind
of a day
I'm yet to understand.
once again
in a lousy mood
and it sucks to be
stuck
in this hole.
I know,
there are those worse
than me
but somehow
I don't feel I'm
any better.
there are things
that make me
feel good:
the excitement of
buying the book;
the fresh smell of paper;
a poem written;
a decent human conversation
excluding vanity;
Bukowski's Madness;
a touch of luck;
the feeling of fulfilment reached
with jazz music;
an occasional fuck;
a message of encouragement.
but
now
I'm empty.
empty as a trash can
in a haunted house.
empty as a politicians
promise.
empty as a following thought written
on a blank piece
of paper:
we're all
just the same; we are only
borrowers
on this planet
and that is a simple
truth.

stuck
in this hole.

maybe
I should get
a cat?
I like cats.
they'll stick with you
for as long as you
feed them and
occasionally
pat them.
even if you don't
they'll find the way
to survive.
they'll move on
to better things.
with no fuss.
smart creatures,
cats.
smarter
than us.


-Tom Del Braco-