Inundated
by
Lyle Berry
(Age: 61)
copyright 12-18-2003
Age Rating: 18 to 127
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I am Inundated.
Inundated and rendered Impotent…
No, I don’t profess to be a victim
of a semi-curable condition…
an affliction
where Viagra, or some phony-baloney,
infomercial-hawked herbal concoction
or “marital device”
could get me gleefully up and
put that glow
on my poor, neglected partner’s face..
There’s no cure (save, perhaps the Grim Reaper)
for my condition.
I am Overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed beyond imagination.
Totally Dysfunctional.
(Capital, again intentional).
Crushed. Incapacitated. Debilitated.
How did I get here?
Well, now,
I’ve only myself to blame.
It took about fifty seven years -
a lot of apathy and negligence -
but I’ve finally arrived
at the point of no return.
I can see it in my face
every morning as I scrape
reluctant whiskers from my chin and cheeks.
When I rinse my hands in the Men’s Room at work,
that same whipped dog look stares back at me
begging the obvious question:
“Why hang on?”
Two steps forward means three steps back.
I cannot win, therefore why strive?
Never the quitter, but there were goals once.
Now it’s too late for the brass ring.
Somewhere over the rainbow
is a bucket of feces.
There too, I’ll be inundated.
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It is never to late for the brass ring,
hang in there, do not respond to the bitter sting.
I think often of you, tho we nave never met,
The world is a better place cause you are here.
Take a deep breath and have a beer,
you are needed that is quite clear...
so do not let,
the seasons
curse of promised illusions,
that never seem to come to pass,
say to yourself, this shall not last.
But I do so understand this feeling of blue.
do not let it win , cause we all love you.!!!
Enough now of this feeble verses.
it is just part of the seasons curse/
Getting to the point where life has no meaning..I've been there and done that, Lyle. Fortunately, things have gotten better for me since I started writing. Fantastic poem.
Nancy
Never the quitter, never empty, never false, never lost, never defeated...
But, I feel deep thoughts and feelings you express. Outstanding expression! True and sad picture of piece of life where we all will be or where we are... But, there is another side of life's mirror. Sometimes you look at that side, and we read sunny poem then.
Amazing, amazing poem... I love it.
With love,
Ira.
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