Emily Winters

“Help Me to Feel”

I don’t want to write about me.

Me is such an overrated, wrung out thing

A sleep-deprived word

In a stern and unsmiling world.

A world of satire

Of making fun of serious things

All to urge the movement into motion,

All to fund the hopeless

Love potion

All to inflame the passion

Of a hopelessly detached people.

I don’t want to write about love,

The biggest lie of them all.

I don’t want to talk about

Whispered insincerity

And blooming sunsets enveloping the sky,

Casting the rolling fields in rosy light.

I don’t want to talk about

Giving up the fight,

Suicidal fantasies,

Twisting and morbidly beautiful daydreams…

Words about eternal sleep

To appease the riots and tumbling seas.

Tell me about the spring,

Show me the autumn –

Let me know that you’re real;

That someone out there

Can make me feel.