It’s just another illness – drink green tea, buy some ointment,
Then pretend the phone doesn’t ring if they keep calling.
Ask the city streets for answers, schedule appointments,
And when someone inquires, pretend you’re not stalling.
Bury your humming head in the sand, let it suffocate.
I read the best doctors here heal it in less than a week.
Listen to your friends when they curse while you meditate,
And try to remember that you’re not broken, just weak.
Pay your bills, hoping that they are paying theirs too,
Sitting in the dark, chain-smoking as the night dies.
I really wish this empty feeling wasn’t such a taboo,
I really wish they had it in them to apologize.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 