A Particle in A Large Bubble

This poem, I remember sitting on the edge of a lake with ducks in the water and the overcast clouds looming overhead. And a feeling of belittlement fell over me. I realized then that I was a small particle in a large bubble. I then decided to use a racial

A Particle in a Large Bubble

America was founded on

insecurity, the ripeness of

darkened bodies dangling from

southern trees.

 

I wish I possessed a gun

loaded fully with the

proper knowledge.

 

The gun, invested

my soul utters deception.

 

I am alone in my journey

to find real truths.

Everything is blurry and I

remain blinded by lies

and media frenzy.

 

 

Reviews

[EmpressPoetess]

Deeply felt emotion here. I've felt this myself. excellent write!