In my understanding <br />of this hemisphere, <br />I sense a certain <br />discontentment. <br />Teardrops wanting <br />to fall but there is <br />no truth to them. <br />Indeed, they will be lies; <br />a disguise <br />meant only to deceive. <br /> <br />In this graveyard <br />it is silent and hollow. <br />Wounds wanting to heal <br />but the blood will not stop. <br />Yes, the innocence of youth <br />is dripping onto the floor. <br />The inner slum <br />of industrial filth <br />is seeping into my heart. <br />Trashing it; digesting its <br />virtue and <br />leaving a shell behind. <br /> <br />I become a zombie <br />and feel no <br />desire <br />for improvement. <br /> <br />Yes, it is colder now <br />and I will sleep. <br />When next I awake. <br />I'll be different, <br />having emptied my <br />soul of all its charms. <br /> <br />In my acceptance of <br />myself, <br />I sense a certain surrender. <br /> <br />And so I'm sitting on a chair <br />wrapped in my house-coat. <br />Smoking a joint <br />and <br />escalating the impossible. <br />Mind flutters from <br />thought to thought <br />and I think <br />I'm going to grow <br />some perfect <br />expectations. <br />The dog is sleeping. <br />The cat is outside. <br />The kids are at school <br />and the fish <br />are complaining <br />about their <br />environment. <br />I leave my chair. <br />Stand on the floor! <br />Isn't that amazing! <br />Peek through the blinds <br />on the shimmering <br />window. <br />Outside looking in <br />is some sort <br />of alteration. <br />Reminds me that <br />everything changes <br />and then goes <br />right back <br />to where it <br />was in the <br />beginning. <br />Why do we always <br />keep running into <br />the same people? <br />Why do we <br />always float <br />back and forth <br />between <br />the same opinions? <br />And so I <br />sit back on my <br />chair and <br />light <br />a cigarette. <br />I don't have <br />to conform <br />if I <br />don't want to.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-certain-surrender/
