You Are On Your Own

I hear being said
By those walls of silence
As I struggle to raise my head
And get out of bed
To face another day
Trying to make my way
To make my contribution
To life’s continuance
Through festoons of dense entanglement
Embodied in idol thoughts
That separate who and what will be heard
And responded to
From who and what won’t
Regardless of what does or doesn’t make sense
In which case…
Why should I be bothered?

Share the Post:

Related Posts

This website uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience on our website.