Poetry

Hate group extremists.

Politically divided.

Financial security destroyed.

Misogynists training.

People dying.

War destroying stability.

Hope has been yanked away from some.

The rest of us pray and hope that the world will get better.

Afterwards I saw the blood.

There was no pain.

Only a recognition that I had cut myself.

Have I become numb?

Or do I merely not care enough to react when bad things happen?

A charging station for humans.

Something that doesn’t take energy

To get back the energy.

Like eating food.

First you have to buy it.

Then cook it.

Lastly you eat it.

Then the food coma happens

And you still have no energy.

Discipline to stay in habit

While giving time to be an artist.

Am I capable of this?

Sometimes I think I am.

Other times my energy levels bottom out

And I avoid reality

For as long as possible.

Dizzy.

Back pain.

Mental fatigue.

Working the problems.

Finding less efficiency models.

Making it worse.

Staying up late.

In our food.

Our hair.

Our cars.

Our products.

Sometimes in our smiles.

Brain cell deficient.

Evil void.

Stereotyping colours.

My cats sometimes show these traits

But all in all

They are both loving and adored in my home.

She meows softly.

Follows me into the bathroom

To ensure I pay her attention.

She defends me if I get hurt.

Even if I’m okay.

I adore her and feel blessed by her presence.

He sleeps on my pillow

Above my head

At night.

He will lie down on my

When I am on the couch.

He cuddles me

Because he feels safe near me.

He knows that the other cat

Won’t be let close

If she is threatening him.

His favourite position

Is lying on my chest

Looking out the window.

Put the phone down!

You realize what time it is?

Sleep is something you really should get.

It is down?

Good, go to sleep.

Wait, why do you have your iPad?