on days like this (poem)

bitter pills swallowed daily
without honey
indigestion of the soul
with a sprinkling of bitterness
and the taste of tears
on my pink tongue
never mind about
the tightness in my throat
every time I think about
this and other incidents
each one designed
maybe
even choreographed
to make me feel this way
just because it’s difficult
too hard
too much
too something
to think first and then act
saying I will and doing it
are not the same
not at all
but saying it doesn’t matter
if not followed by the deed
it’s just so much mindless chatter
so much more of the same
I’ve heard it all before
and it doesn’t sound better
in repetition
it just triggers the gag reflex
making my throat tight
with yet another day
in Dante’s paradise
or was it his inferno
it’s too late to remember
the train has left the station
even Elvis has gone
just me left
in this little room
in my head
banging against the walls
with my fists bloody
and no one to hear me.

© Sybille Sterk

on days like this (poem)

Sybille Sterk

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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© Sybille Sterk Do not copy or publish this in any way, shape or form without my written permission.

Something I woke up with… it happens.

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