I am alone on my bed: the world
is somewhere outside, but I’m
not part of it – don’t want to be
part of it in any sense.
That’s my condition, without
contrition – that’s my life. But
then I think: the branch cannot
be alive unless attached to the
tree.
I dread that world and every bit
of it, yet maybe some are good
and kind: that really would
improve my mind.
I lie on my bed, but am not
alone, the world is here and
I am part of it in every sense.

It has to be: it is our human
condition.

Funny, I have been having those exact same thoughts lately. Being alive but not really a part of anything out there. I did make a call yesterday to the local Humane society and asked about volunteering. They said they NEED people to come in and Socialize with the animals. I can handle that. I suspect I will be falling in Love a whole lot on the near future. Maybe even acquire a new pet or two. I can't think of anything else right now that would make me happier. I looked at their website today and saw a couple Possible Victims. A little tabby female named Gabby. They said she likes to "talk". I wonder if she'll try to "Chat me up".

Uh Oh, looks like Gabby is gone but look at this little fella


I Love little baby cats. They are SO Loving and sweet.

great expressive poem.
I kinda think a branch can be alive even if its not connected to the tree
sometime a branch lands in the dirt and grows . I landed in the dirt and I grew.
far away from the tree I broke off and fell from.

nice to meet a new fellow poet and glad you here John.
Hope to read some more of your work soon.
PEACE
BMW