By Georgia Lee 


I try, yet never enough.
And when I do try enough
I know it
But nobody cares or even listens  
And you know that can hurt.
Where did all that work go?
Why try a little, a lot, at all?
Why pretend, writer/artist/musician
breaking rocks in the hot sun?
Leave those tons of granite
just keep digging for that
one glittery mica fingernail
torn from some corpse
It shines. It reflects.
hey, you’re good blah blah, see ya.
People-pleasing fake that I am
I will learn to devour sweat
laugh at tangled brain wires
breathe in a tasty headache
Those roadblock rocks
will absorb heat under our sun 
when I, on my cold death bed
decide not to dance around
your sacred bonfire of regret

About georgialeesays

Award-winning journalist, editor and writer of multiple genres. Former Bureau Chief, Womens Wear Daily and W magazine. Past director, Ivy Hall, The SCAD Atlanta writing center. Vice President, programming for Atlanta Writers Club. Freelance writer/editor of every subject in the known universe. Lover of clean, clear writing -"It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book." - Nietzsche. I teach yoga, meditation, in retreat settings. Seeker of truth and transcendence. Reincarnation of Edgar Allen Poe. "Life is but a dream within a dream within a dream" Write. Create. Learn. Dance. Yoga. Sleep. Dream.
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  1. Anna M. Tanner says:

    SOOOO Heavy – Love you my FriendAnna Merle

    Liked by 1 person

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