1022

My thoughts at 1022

Enjoying the suns Warmth on my skin while my heart is frozen feels ironic
I'm lost but I don't want to be found by you
I'm not winning but who defines what qualifies first place
I feel myself fighting, taking a stand, protesting, but the effects are motionless
I'm drowning in my own self pity and yet I feel refreshed in this spring of sorrow
What changed? What am I fighting?
Were things taken or given away?
Where are you if you aren't here. I feel something and nothing and I am satisfied in that space
The alarm clock sounds and the world awakens slowly but not fast enough
Why are we here? Where is here?
Stop being unhappy in a world of greed
Nothing will satisfy your hunger
Keep filling your hands with pointless things; your stomachs with garbage.
Heaven is slipping through our fingertips one breath at a time

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"Keep filling your hands with pointless things; your stomachs with garbage.
Heaven is slipping through our fingertips one breath at a time "
Powerful and worthwhile words shared. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote