Stopped

Daisy Peasblossom on Oct 19, 2009

Sometimes I wish to run away. My computer games are about as far as I can get.

I know my faults.
I know where I have failed.
Metaphorically speaking,
I quietly take aim,
and shoot myself in the foot.

I am.
I am what I am;
Fuzzy minded, deeply caring
Not too effective
When it come down
To the really practical things.

I should wash dishes.
I should grade papers.
I should work on lesson plans.
I Should scrub down this house
Where humans and cats
Have both been ill.

I ignore it all.
Open up a screen,
Play a computer game,
And weep.

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Comments (5)

Uma Shankari on Oct 20, 2009
Loved it. Played a computer game and wept. Oh no, not at all. You wrote this lovely poem as well.
ken bultman on Oct 20, 2009
It’s a thing we all go through. It’ll come back to you.
PR Mace on Oct 20, 2009
My sweet friend, we all feel at times like we have too much on our plate and I like to hide in my books and go to another time and place. Remember no matter what life does go on. I got sick on my vacation with a bad cold.
Colleen Ranney on Oct 21, 2009
Yes, when life gets hard to handle find something you enjoy. Thats very great advice! Great poem
TroostAvenue on Nov 23, 2009
Well, you got the sentiment just right.

Hi there!