"With every mistake we must surely be learning." - George Harrison

3:42

By Neil Fleischmann

I sit and stare at an empty page

looking for emotion, I'll settle for rage

There must be a reason I don't sleep through the night

Some wrong someplace that I want to make right

What is it about me that makes me me?

I have a feeling it's something you simply see

Whomever you are or were or will be

Some one of you sees me

What do I see when I look out ahead?

Books not read, words unsaid - people unwed

Through writing I dream of fixing it all

If only that last detail I could recall

The color of the toy, the sand in the hair

The punch-ball captain who was mean and then fair

Different fools do different things to feel free

"Poems are written by fools like me"

Is it true that only G-d can make a tree?

What is the blessing of a skinned knee?

What am I saying, what's this about -

as I tap out these letters and quietly shout?

Might my sleeplessness be a prayer to G-d?

When will I see the dehiscence of my pod?

Perhaps I will find some answers in sleep

I don't play the guitar, it's my poems that weep