Narcissist

    

“Narcissist”

 

Definition: noun

1. a person who has an excessive interest in or admiration of themselves.

 

I feel selfish,

Like a narcissist right now.

All my writings are so self-involved,

I feel blinded and I do not know how.

 

Because they are,

My personal feelings are only the view from me.

My feelings are just all,

I can see.

 

Millions of people,

Have suffered so much more.

In ways I can only attempt to empathize,

Still I do not know what is in store.

 

For our country,

For all the people of the entire world.

If I could fix it,

Only if I could.

 

But I cannot,

I am terrified, like everyone with a rational self.

Our world has changed.

I do realize this myself.

 

I cannot speak for everyone,

In the world.

But I honestly would.

If only I could.

 

Dg

Danny Gunter

10-18-20

 

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Out From Under This

  

  

  “Out From Under This” 

 

I wonder if I lied,

Because I am terrified.

Of this election, of this virus.

Of moving, I feel petrified.

 

I wonder what will happen,

When I get out from under all of this.

What will it do to me mentally?

Emotionally?

 

Pandemic was a generic term.

We all learned in school.

Abstract, distant, not us.

While we all have no leader, we can trust.

 

If you trust him,

I believe you are willfully ignorant.

I cannot tell you what to believe or think.

I am simply not that important.

 

We should not even gather,

To celebrate our most joyful holidays.

I know people will ignore the dangers,

So, it is going to happen anyway.

 

Will we have another civil war?

Will we plunge into a deeper darkness?

I have nothing I feel I need to prove,

I am selfish consumed by having to move.

 

I wonder what will happen,

When I get out from under all of this.

What will it do to me mentally?

Emotionally?

 

Dg

Danny Gunter

10-16-20

 

The Basement

   

  

“The Basement”

  

I went down,

To get my trash bags,

It hits me like a boulder,

Everything lags.

  

The basement,

Is so empty,

Very much,

Like me.

 

It is so hard to embrace.

Yet I hide it.

Any time,

Upon my face.

 

Right now, I,

I am not at my best.

I am now an orphan,

Have I passed the test?

 

Have I fallen too far?

Did I even try?

It all happened so fast.

In the deep of me,

I know nothing ever lasts.

 

The basement,

Is so empty,

Very much,

Like me.

 

 

Dg

Danny Gunter

10-16-20

I Want To Cry

  

  

“I Want To Cry”

  

I must move,

I know that I do not approve.

I know that I must,

I must move.

 

Many have offered their help

I do not want it.

I want to cry but I cannot,

Get it out.

 

I feel so lost,

I have done so much.

I simply do not know,

What it is all about.

 

I just want to throw,

It all away.

After all it does not matter.

Anyway.

 

Dg

Danny Gunter

10-15-20

 

Clay

   

   

“Clay”

 

It feels like I am buried in clay.

It feels cold and alone.

As the clay hardens,

It feels like stone.

 

I struggle to move,

To do all of the things I need to do.

I have to do so much,

Abandon, again my home.

 

I feel so tired.

I feel so lost.

Sometimes you do all the right things.

Without considering the cost.

 

I am buried in clay.

It feels cold and alone.

As the clay hardens,

It feels like stone.

 

Dg

Danny Gunter

10-14-2020

 

 

Only Me To Blame

  

  

“Only Me To Blame”

   

The shoe has fallen.

The guillotine has dropped.

Ten years now,

I am always the one to be stopped.

 

What should I do?

What should I say?

Simply take a blink,

At where I am today.

 

I am now ten years over,

Ten years mourned.

Ten years forgotten,

For me ten years scorned.

 

In my work experience,

I have fallen ten years behind.

After all of this,

I am probably considered blind.

 

Far behind the flow,

Far behind the current.

I surrendered in the cement,

With no movement.

 

I’ve only myself,

Only me to blame.

And as I as always before,

Alone I will carry all the shame.

 

Dg

Danny Gunter

10-09-20

 

Remembering

    

  

“Remembering”

 

Ashes.

Where I was born.

I was already in the ashes of embers.

Remembering the fires.

Feeling all the crashes.

 

They all fought and struggled,

My parents and all of them.

I suppose they all think I do not remember,

Way back then.

 

I do not remember the facts,

But I do remember the feelings.

It is not a side show,

Of remembering’s.

 

I was a witness,

To all the burnings.

While everyone was experiencing,

While everyone was hurting.

 

I promised myself I would not.

Not ever experience anything like that.

But once and just once I did.

And it hurt me just like that.

 

I knew so much better,

But I let it in anyway.

What else have I,

To say?

 

Ashes,

It all ended in ashes and embers.

I promised myself that I would not.

But I hid.

And my empathy remembers.

What I did.

Since I was born in ashes.

 

Dg

Danny Gunter

10-06-20