July 29, 1978
6:40 p.m .
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"MindTorture" 37th Cathy poem At first the play began as an absurd comedy Every act played for laughs Emotion crowded away the comedy And I knew she cared But she didn't care enough Now the comedy resumes I laugh about the situation This could go on forever But as I said before It has to stop I have to believe that my patience is being tried too hard I should be going out on dates and having fun I shouldn't be holding love's candle in the wind praying Cathy will light it If she didn't yet then she won't ever I think Why do I have to wait for her Why? Is she unknowingly torturing me? Or am I torturing myself. I've got to forget undying love for a moment and try to give' to others. I find I'm concsiously "turning off" to every girl except Cathy This murders my sensibilities I'm not like that But What if ( a big question) I turn my sensibilities toward another and then Cathy breaks off her ties with
boyfriend and family and I can't try to stop loving and then resume I'd probably do something harmful. Why can't life be happy? It always is in the movies. Why is my movie always a tragedy If I die tomorrow Would the world know I existed? "Somebody we know died" "Who?" "I don't remember" There is sensitivity somewhere Sensitivity breeds art And art is all around us. Speak up you human failures Let us band together And comfort our tortured minds If the first 25 years was like this what in hell do I have to look forward to? Another in the series of "When will those damn questions stop?" poems.
copyright 2001-2004 Michael F. Nyiri
