The VENUE CHANGES - A POEM

The VENUE CHANGES…
The SPELL HAS BEEN BROKEN!

Isn’t It Funny When At Times We

Ruminate So Deeply and

So Fixed On-A-Subject

That Is Very Sad and Depressing

At These Times It Seems So

Easy To Stay There and Do Everything From There

Everything Sucks and We Know It and

Everyone Else Seems To Know

But, There Seems NO Way Out

I Use The Word Seems, Because That’s

The Way It Seems

When Everywhere You Look and

Everywhere You Turn

It’s The Same Four Walls…Again and Again

Then Something Happens That Never Happened Before

Or, At Least For A Longtime In Your Memory

A Bird Lands On The Windowsill

Or, You Hear A Horn From The Street

Your TRANCE Has Been Tampered With

The SPELL Has Been Broken

The Fixation Has Fled

The Door Has Been Opened For A Quick Moment

But, The Depression Has Escaped

Everything Is Different, Nothing Is Quite The Same

It’s Hard To Remember The Level of Intensity

You HAVE Been Giving The Subject

A Healing Has Happened

And It Really Is Next To Impossible

To Recreate The Intensity For Now

Maybe, It Is Because You Don’t Want To

Maybe, It Is Because You Can’t

The Moment Is Lighter

And, Things Do Seem On The Mend!

You Realize There Is NO Point To Hang On To Useless Things!