Get Well

you're looking for comforts
i used to shed
like these tears today

 

how do i express
these struggles
with optimism

 

when ever i send cards
to hospitalized friends
they simply say "get well"

 

i'm trying to think the best
like i once did,
but i'm cosmically aware
of what 300 years
of slavery and thousands
of more years before that,
mean
for mankind
10 thousand years of learning
absolutely nothing
for mankind

 

with it's hand on
the bomb and social media
caressing both into love child

 

gilded men

getting turned on
shooting up into space

 

in metal penises, is it wrong

to hope they explode out there
rather than spawn down here?
i'm a pascifist,
so I guess if such rockets broke up
on re-entry, as servants were
fixing humpty dumpty
for wealthkind

 

i would send cards
to the hospitalized king
that simply say "get well"

 

you're looking for comforts
i used to shed
like these tears today

 

how do i express
these struggles
with optimism

 

maybe you can tell me?

 

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S74RW4RD's picture

This is both poignant and

This is both poignant and powerful; and even in the emotions it expresses and the observations it makes, it is beautiful.


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Thank you for both the read

Thank you for both the read and kind critique. I've missed being on postpoems in recent months. Seeking a calm in the coming autumn, and a bit of time to sit and breathe. I hope you are well. All the very best to you.

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Thanks for the reply.  I was

Thanks for the reply.  I was very glad to see this poem, and I had wondered where you had been.


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