Written Just Now

Daily

I lay before myself

a long list
of things

To Do

To Think

To Be

There's no way to accomplish it all

I add more

sometimes even more

Not walks or stopping to smell flowers, No.

Every moment must be an accomplishment.

Then I wonder
so often
why I am so sad &
hate myself so much

Thoughts on 1/27/15

You're a dear. But...
Your well-meant bromides
don't soothe me at all.

4/27/14

In my mouth the taste
is bitter. Searching my heart,
I found self-pity.

In gloomy June rain
I catalog regrets on
pages of my heart.

Regret, Self-Pity---

Regret, Self-Pity--
Here you are again! You turn
up, though we're not friends.