My Newspaper

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I don't believe in spoilers.

Submitted: December 17, 2017

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My Newspaper

 

My newspaper tells me
I’m alive, while some
others aren’t.
It shows me the weirdness
of the world that used to be
a place I understood.
Now the pictures
and the headlines
show me my world
has ceased to exist.
I’m living in a new world,
one that rushes by like
the bullet that sang
past my ears when
a nutter opened fire
to become a celebrity,
but became another
useless corpse instead.
My newspaper is full of
fresh corpses. So many
my mind doesn’t want
to cope with them.
 

My newspaper tries
to make sense
of a senseless world,
by rehashing facts,
figures, opinions,
half-truths, and whole lies,
which are convenient
to explain the unexplainable.
Yet, there is nothing
about my dead neighbour,
not taken by old age,
but by a young thug
with a gun, but without
sense.
Perhaps I will give up
my newspaper.


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