Time tells me
I am ungrateful, thankless.
For this and that
are not of much importance
as once upon and I am learning,
not to depend.
Although in my mind
I always ached for more,
desired that you heard
or pictured me, within some mood
of pleasurable thought.
And when I hurt, to hold me
yet carry no blame.
None was offered,
I am my own influence,
my own course.
And as I remember this and you,
I travel one uncertain line,
backed into bed on comforts pillow,
appreciate brief, tender moments.
My need of you
unsated.
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It may be the alcohol but I thought this was great. Lines 3 to 6 I really enjoyed. "within some mood of pleasurable thought", maybe I'm being pedantic(and at this time of night!) but a mood of thought doesn't sound right. Perhaps "some pleasurable mood or thought"? I'm not entirely sure why but it reminds me of Losing My Religion by REM.
I'm out of faith and in my cups
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I liked the message in this (or at least the message I read), particularly "I am my own influence, my own course." Because I am new to poetry I had to read this a few times and pay particular attention to the punctuation. Thank you for teaching me this.