Written 9/7/2022
”Are you mad at me”
“No”
I keep hearing people ask
I don’t know any other response
I am not all there
Nor do I know how
Papers scattered across a desk
Looking at what to do
Trying to concentrate
Can’t think where to begin
Hands on my temples
As I try to concentrate
The tears begin to form
With knocks on my door
People needing me
I don’t know how to do this
Wiping the tears away
I tell people to come
Talking about the next project
Next meeting
All I want for them to leave
Doors closed
The tears want to come
They won’t stop
I don’t know how to make them
I’m not cut out for this
How much more
Can I take
Is this going to last
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