Someday I’ll say it, what I feel,
If only to an empty glass,
or beneath an old yew tree.
And when I do I will not take delight
Unless of course I do it while it’s real.
Someday the smile will arise and disappear
And I will face depression without hope.
It’s then I’ll write my fury into a grave
And drink away the pain with which I cannot cope.
I’ll hang the stars out to accompany my moon,
And howling lunatically, I’ll recall all my doubts.
Someday I’ll shatter sanity upon the floor
Amidst the beer spills and the stains of shit,
Or leave it flitter up in coils of smoke
Away from mé eternally with my own breath.
It’s then I’ll bravely shout out “No Surrender”
While not perceiving the derision held below.
Someday I’ll read the words I’ve written here
And either laugh and love-
or rue the day!
But that someday is not today…
©TheHairyTeacher2014