a poem by Mather Schneider (1 of 2)

COUNTING THE STARS IN BLACK DEPRESSION

It is my fault for listening to the young but
they talk so loud and
I'm trying to sleep
and when I come to
I remember
youth:
I was so insecure
about the tentative quality
of words on paper and
my ability to touch people
popularity
and the relationship between cause
and effect
(which some have called
truth)
I was so confused about everything I hid
my mind in a cellar for
20 years
and still to this day at
age 40
I wonder what matters
in a world where nothing lasts
knowing words
are not numbers and
no one can count
too high
without their voice
cracking.

© by Mather Schneider
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #10 ~ July 2010    next poem