Poem -
money tree. momentary madness.
Caught up in the undertow
Of sadness
No longer sailing just drifting
Awaiting to sink
Floating in and out
Of consciousness
My mind trapped in thinking
Two years survival
For this i couldn't see
A crack in my boat threatens thee
Where the fuck
Is that money tree
People speak of so clearly
For i have searched the lands
Every shore at sea
Nothing in the distance
Just this undertow of sadness
Around me
I can't afford to sink this ship
No life boats near nor far
Wondering in the madness
Just How far we've come
Watching the waves tilt the boat
that is sure to come Undone
Momentarily caught in the madness
Drifting out to sea
Where is my life boat
And that money tree.
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Comments
Feel the desperation, the need for that saving grace. Also get the feeling we tackle things hastily in the hope or dreams of something better, forgetting to prepare for reality. Also get the feeling of sadness of not finding what others find so easily.
Just annoys me I've managed to stay out of debt and support my house hold with my kids alone, for two years' now, and one upcoming issue, may flip our boat into the deep blue.
Six years ago, I went debt free and everything that could put me back in debt occurred. Put my head down, kept going, weathered the storm and still the boat is floating. Though the dark clouds are all around ready to unleash it's fury, I suggest you hold out. You sound like a nice person and I believe you will weather the storm. You true friends will be your life boat, when you need them most. Till then work those ballasts, you have two years of experience. Poetry is the best escape.
I always figure it out, just momentary madness after all xx
It is the madness that reminds me to be sane.
Being completely sane gets boring, being a little cuckoo sets your personality free
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