On A Tuesday Solitude

It comes.
It comes.

The first thing
I feel is the first
lonely hour of the
morning.

I shrug the thought
that bothers, the
thought that shatters,
the thought that hinders.

Oh,
I cannot go on
like this with all
the holes all over me.

Oh,
I cannot continue to
ache like a bad tooth
and ruin everything that
exists to be beautiful.

It does.
It does.

The breakdown is a
human experience and
I cannot avoid sleeping
without thinking of you.

What’s next is a
culmination of old
things that gone mad.

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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10 Responses to On A Tuesday Solitude

  1. Jarrod C says:

    Wonderful work Chester!

  2. “I cannot avoid sleeping, without thinking of you.” can relate to this line </3

  3. Noora says:

    Fantastic poetry, Chester!

  4. neelkanth says:

    Possibly Keats might never have thought that some day some body would express the same thing as he did while addressing his girl friend “COME TO ME IN MY DREAMS AND THEN BY DAY i WILL BE WELL AGAIN”.

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  6. camillae says:

    This is desperately sad – but tuesdays, I tend to find, are seldom heartwarming.

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