Poetry the therapeutic necessity

Not trusted

Poor decisions 

Where one lie leads to another

Buried in prognostication 

And None of it matters if the world is ending 

Perhaps it matters most

Preservation of the soul that soars

Clear up all misdoings 



We are all still in it together

Just do yourself a favor 

Be sure not to touch anything 

The television tells us 

It’s very important for others to think that there are no holes in your story

With the shovel in your hand

Saying it’s not there

So many unions 

All for the breaking

Pride for the gamers

Honesty quite shameful 

Anger toward  anyone with similar traits

Disorder for the hive mind

That’s the way she wants it

The abandoned ship out to see 

The best way to describe it

Loyalty in debauchery

What a royal tainting

Given up when Gave up upon

And oh how you will hear how it was supposed to be the opposite 

Hail to the selfish 

They have themselves to put their arms around 

Caring little for the emptiness to come

Hell, it’s already the regular 

Like an endless hallway 

Avoiding ghosts along the path

One simple rule 

Never Shake hands

Perhaps it was alway a farce 

Megaphone On mouth 

Shouting at no one

Submitted: July 11, 2020

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Very well stated.... great write

Sat, July 11th, 2020 9:14am


Thank you

Sat, July 11th, 2020 7:20pm

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