Day Time Blues

Days can be long and uninspiring.

Sometimes

I just don't

give a f**k.

 

My soul is empty,

compressed

until void of air

and lifeblood,

and I feel

so vacantly vacuous

inside.

 

I have a hollow

feel in my belly

weighed down

with stones of lead

that leave me

retching on the side

of being violently sick.

 

I sit, listless,

gazing out the window

without purpose,

lacking direction.

I have no motivation,

little cause,

and thus I fill my day

with torpid inertia

allowing sand

to drip,

blood red

through bored

bony fingers,

until the next line

comes to me

and my arteries

impulsively awaken

to pulse

as my heart

beats again.

 

Sometimes,

on some days,

on days just like this,

I just don't

give a f**k,

but only

sometimes.

 

02/07/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[kentuck14]

Indeed I wonder how you can go from such wonderful poems of morning and evening to such emptiness of soul. Yet, your talent shows just as much . . . but I prefer the John McFadyen who paints a joyful scene. Hope you feel better soon my friend!
T

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sorry Tom. I sometimes simply write to capture a feeling perhaps someone else has expressed or I felt once or even am feeling. Most of the time I simply write and try to take on different subjects, different forms, different moods and things that move me to think or feel emotion. So I was not feeling so distressed at the time I wrote this. Often words and phrases come to me and I just use them. Sorry again Tom and thank you for reading.

[kentuck14]

I fully understand John . . . thanks for replying.
T

[gram linski]

Great motivational speech, just spent six months doing exactly that you capture the crushing moments of ennui and bone crushing boredom perfectly, not even Bargain Hunt can raise a smile, (what the f**k you buying that s**t for, )

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yup I do motivational speaking, you can tell lol! Any how, where da f**k you bin bro in Barlinnie? And if I had to watch daytime TV I would slit my wrists without your counsel! I bow to you oh mighty therapist from the mountains.

[gram linski]

Mighty therapist from the mountains … appearing near a poetry forum near you, I can hear dem b*****d muses strapping on the c**k and chains and ...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You wish bro!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"vacantly vacuous" wow, i hear ya on that one, John.
but as Neil Diamond sang..."thank the lord for the nighttime, forget the day"
the blues are washed away late at night...or at least we repel them as we write them off and away.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Never heard that one. Was always under the misconception that at night the lonliness becomes magnified by the silence and space. Many thanks Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

pretty sure it's on youtube....
i guess i find that silence and space my friends...for some the loneliness does get magnified...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah I will look Jacob. I also find the night a comfort blanket most of the time. many thank yous.