Poetry

After many late night shifts

I finally have a chance to sleep in.

Now my body is sore

My feet are aching

and I feel so old.

The heat outside doesn’t help either.

Does anybody read this?

Do actual people listen to my ramblings?

Am I merely shouting out to a blind world?

To those who are deaf to the misfortunes of others?

Or am I merely cognizant of the ones who talk back to me?

We all want recognition

Some are more private than others.

This has been a public service announcement.

 

Am I all there is?

Does anyone else exist

except to amuse me?

Give me the time to see the world

and I choose to watch the videos.

Formulas may exist to show us the universe

and instead I sit comfortably in my chair.

Selfish I am.

 

The freedom of going

wherever the road may take you.

Not caring about where you will end up.

A fantasy in the making.

Driving and just enjoying the scenery.

It sounds so relaxing.

Too bad I would be the driver

and not the whiney passengers

wondering if we have arrived

and if there’ll be free WiFi.

The heat in your cheeks

when nothing is happening.

You are tired

but unwilling to not do something.

Anything.

Watch a video.

Play a game.

Anything but move.

And so your hands wander

over the keys and you fall asleep

at your keyboard.

That state of being

where you only think you know.

Did I go to the fridge for something?

What’s in the cupboard?

Where did I leave it?

Who’s here dear?

How am I going to get home?

When is dinner?

Understand I am always right!

Can I go now?

A cup of coffee in the morning.

Watching the kittens play.

A walk with a friend.

Telling someone you love them.

Hearing the birds sing.

The quiet before everyone else gets up.

Not hearing any sirens going off.

Knowing I still have the use of my hands.

Creating something beautiful.

The smile from someone special.

When Atrocities are non-stop

People become indifferent.

The newest hate attack

is met with “oh another one.”

No need to take up arms

because this is now life.

And we will all be under attack anyways.

Who is in charge?

If not you?

Is it me?

If not me,

then who?

Ok, what’s the plan o’ leader?

Sigh, if you are not in charge

then who is?

Forgiveness can be asked

and not received.

When expectations are disappointed

by the friend you trusted most.

How can you repay them?

Kindness is the only answer

for their days are not yours.

You do not know what they go through.

Trust is hard to gain

and so easy to lose.

But if you trust them

Trust them to love you!