"Internal Life"
POEM: "Internal Life" by David Guilbault
INTERNAL LIFE (Poem #1) By David Guilbault Seattle, February 24, 2023 My internal life Is infernal strife A sharp burning knife Through my feelings All the wrongs and slights I inflict in flight From the painful sight That is shameful It’s the same sad tear That escapes in fear That all those so dear Hate and spurn me So, I gasp for air In my last despair While there’s no one there Who will save me
Very nice, David. Now pray you never end up alone in an old folk's home. I do not wish such a fate on you, but I'd love to see a poem about that. If you could write at all. I cannot.
Dark and Brilliant. The oxymoron of David Guilbault. I also enjoyed the juxtaposition of the last "...no one there who will save me." with the Substack "Pledge Support" button. Love you David.