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?
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.
Starward
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.
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.
Starward