September 20, 1993
6:41 p.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Marooned at Home"
Does the poetry ever answer any questions Do words only get in the way? What kind of situation did I fall in Did I receive fulfillment today? When I feel we should communicate We lock ourselves within our rooms I don't know why I cannot talk with you Why I feel these dooms & glooms I yearned for companionship truly Through years of wasted wanting and regret And now I do not know just what I want My mind just never seems to be set. Do we belong together, sweet one? Are you the one I waited all these years for? Or is there something wrong with us And is this silence what we have in store? I'm always saying the wrong thing And I don't really know what I feel If I get mad at you or perturbed somehow I can't maintain an even keel I do want to speak up and be myself But I've never figured out what I want to be I only know that when you're not with me I'm a lonely boat adrift on the sea.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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