Fidgeting thoughts


Reaching deeper

Into the mind

To disregard the frivolous

Poetic dribble

Of infantile days,

With intent to extract

Hidden meanings

Behind the restlessness

Recently found

In the momentary sway

From elated joy of comforting freedom

To the languorously sleepy

Life passing-by complacency

That occasionally drifts in

As life drifts by while I slumber.

Is it enough

To be alone again;

To comfort myself,

To pleasure myself,

Please myself?

What is this numbness

Newly found within

While without

I fuss, fidget and fumble,

Decorate, dawdle and doodle,

Bake, bath and binge…

All words by Damien B. Donnelly


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