Uninterested.
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I’m uninterested in
This life right now,
I have a big old hole in
My stomach right now,
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I know I’ve written dozens (maybe not
dozens) of depression poems until now,
But everything is stalled right now,
God’s breathe does not produce -
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Butterflies and sunny skies,
Laughs, a sunrise,
Well, what a surprise,
Life is, yet again -
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A man, talking to me about how
Much work there is to be done,
On and on,
Like I even wanted to hear it in the
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First place,
Quietness, not quite relaxing as before,
But stressing, pushing forward,
Asking,
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“Well?”
- And I don’t have the answer,
I want to go to day care soon, but -
I need to wait another week,
•
And I’m out of interest right now.
About the Creator
Maya Or Tzur
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Comments (3)
«God’s breath does not produce -» Maya, I have a daughter, only three years older than you. You remind me of her to a great extent. The poem by itself is a painting. That is, its images are vivid fragments ingeniously placed in the poem. The stomach that aches, the reference to the symbols of happiness in such an ironic and melancholic way, the reality of a job, and the desire to become a child again. Then the emotion you express has authenticity, as if what you want to say is: "Look, what is happening here now. I am fed up, and I know you feel the same. What will happen after all?" Haha! We have grown stale, and our screws are loose. The writer [sic] ran off to become a monk, and the doctor locked herself in the asylum to survive... Then you convey your message in an indirect way. The need for change is imperative for everyone. Because if we all try to change even a little, the world will become a little, just a little more magical. Advice: The text that helped me become a little better at writing, because I am a bungler by birth, is the Sermon on the Mount of Christ. When I was at my absolute lowest due to the loss of loved ones, I forgot how to write properly. By memorizing little by little this wonderful miracle, I changed and became more direct and substantial. It is not the only thing, but it supports me. You are just like my daughter, who also struggled under difficult conditions. Now, have hope, because I know through my engagement with meditation for thirty years, that inside the chaos and not too far away, the people of light will be helped from above. If I seemed a bit senile and incomprehensible, forgive me. I am going now to oil my gears.
Maya, this felt so raw and human. The line about being out of interest right now says so much with so little. You really translated emotional fatigue into something a reader can feel. Really powerful writing. ❤️
nice words