Thursday, June 29, 2023

Despair Rides Shotgun

the whelming voice of self
bearable only as a tonic against oblivion
returned from service
sat in a car with despair
stared at a house never called home 
wept for nothing 
wept for everything
hopeless creatures swarming over dirt
unconscious drives called progress
given no time to reflect or relent
chained dragged along behind
a few to whom we sacrificed
all our power and will

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