Poem: The Daunting

The Daunting

by Me

A number of times I’ve been daunted
but never was just quite so bad
as the time I talked to my Ruby
and she wouldn’t admit she was sad
Or the one where I’d call up my mother
and she wouldn’t say nothing at all
If only the women would speak to me
how easy
how greater
the fall.

I’d crash through the earth like a comet
I’d smash all the atoms to paste
Nothing remaining but vomit
and pain with a most human face
I’d level the plains to nothing
I’d grind all the mountains to dust
Alone in my prime isolation
I’d know that I’ve earned my own trust.

But that is the path of the Boring
the Dull, the Simple, the Plain
Better to suffer in silence
Than show the whole world you’re in pain.