It’s so frustrating how feeling never are
how they’re supposed to be.
When a moment arises for a happy feeling
Like you know the warm bubbly is supposed to
Just burst out
But you find yourself longing
For the time that currently is
Until it really is only a memory
Or when a time is sad
And the tears are supposed to come
Streaming forth as does famous waterfalls
With snot bubbles assuredly in your future
But you find yourself laughing
About the time that will come
When all this will just be
A lesson learned from a memory
That is still yet to come
Or this moment now
When all the signs point to anger
And hatred with burning items
And disparaging a name that I can’t even say
Out loud
But all I feel is a melancholy contentment
In waiting for the moment the big joke
Will be revealed
And I’m standing here laughing along
Once again
But that time won’t come, will it?
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William Houseman
Poet based out of Los Angeles, CA. With no particular style and a lot of stories to tell, I'd love to have you sit awhile with me. You might learn something.
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