I'm so sappy I could be a pine tree

So much for keep this a weekly blog, huh? Over a month has gone by and not a word from good ol' Dave. Part of the reason is my laptop is a dirty stinking mound of monkey jizz and doesn't like to load blogger. The other part is shear laziness. It's a chronic problem of mine, where when it comes down to sitting down and writing, I choose to veg out in front of the TV or furiously masturbate. Whatever it takes to prevent my mind from putting words and sentences together. I've got enough ideas, just lack the discipline. I suppose every so often I do break through my dullness and write something. What follows is a "poem" I wrote when I was attending college at the College of Charleston, SC. I had just started therapy and was feeling pretty raw emotionally. Since I'm looking for fodder to post, I guess I might as well dip into stuff I've already written. *note I did make some changes to some of the more sappy "emo" lines.

Mother

Hello, how are you doing mother?
I hope I find you well.
I suppose all is as it should be
on my side of the world
oh so far away
hidden in the woods.
The trees are so tall mother.
I fear I've lost my way.
Shadows find their way around me
and i've grown cold.
So cold, it hurts to move.
The sky is dark and clouds
hide the stars
leaving me
alone with my thoughts.
Mother, can you hear me calling,
shouting into the night,
screaming at the demons
to leave me be
to let me rest
to let me drift.
Hold me close Mother,
I'm afraid to be a man.
I'm afraid to look in the mirror.
I'm afraid all this is real.
Hold my hand, Mother,
the trees are too tall,
I can't find my way out.