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
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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.