Water Logged

A short poem, enjoy

There is only so much a man can give

His life, his people, his honour

Humanity is selfish, it wants everything, everyone

Do I hate humanity? As it gathers matter and consumes this very room?

No, humanity hates me, I am simply reacting

This life is just a transaction, and I am merely conducting business

It’s not that I don’t care, more that it doesn’t matter what I feel

When you live in a harsh reality, you cannot see what’s real

I know that if I talk about my feelings, I’ll just be killed

So I don’t

This boat has sailed, so I soak

Ever broken, capsized in the demise of oceans

My locomotive engine salivates a paste of olive oil

And pumps tension through insoluble hopelessness,

I stay in my shell, so I can’t be cut open

I’m made out of metal, I can’t settle for floating

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[gram linski]

Very stark and dark, I liked the imagery, you are a Sinister Potatoe, indeed (Jack)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you Gram, I appreciate the review. I'm always happy to read and share poems. I'll take a look at your work sometime soon as well.