Message In Stanza

Poetry and Musings

My most limited self belief

Is, “What’s the point?”

I’d rather delay the day away

Than feel heavy like a semi-truck

It’s happened again

A day with unmet expectations 

It must just be my luck 


I am tired of reading between every line

Searching amongst junk in a goldmine 

I can sleep for 10 hours a day

Not because I am depressed 

But because I am drained

There is a difference

And I get such pleasure staring into space

My mind can be released from its confinements


You say you are good but your collar is ruffled

I trust you but your words are muffled

I am not trying to be crafty

I am just looking for real intention

But next to every bank is a red light district

Why do we ignore the corruption in this world?

I’ll gladly stare into space as long as I feel numb 

(C) Carly Wiggins 2018

5 thoughts on “The Pleasure of Staring into Space

  1. Gina says:

    there are those times when doing nothing is so cathartic for the soul – your poem says it is ok to be in those moments and come out better after it has passed – gentle word I feel such a connection to

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    1. Carly says:

      I never quite looked at my poem that way. Thanks for the insight. I wrote this in a rather blue, woe is me mindset but I am happy you saw some positivity in it, Gina.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Gina says:

        there’s always a beauty in sadness and it speaks deeper than joy can.

        Liked by 1 person

      2. Carly says:

        Yes, I couldn’t have said it better myself!

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Nicholas B says:

    This was lovely to reead

    Liked by 1 person

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