A Problem of the Highest Order

A Problem of the Highest Order

A Poem by Jaye Yee-Vandalyn

The state of the world.
An ache to the hearts.
A world of starvation, calamity, corruption.

Darker than the dark screens of the tele.
Such are the news we call news.
Nothing new, just the forgotten ways,
And negativity for norm.

For those who see beyond their sorrows.
With hands holding bodily wounds a bleeding.
We heal the world for problems we see.
But the True Problems of the Highest Order �"

Are nestled in the minds.

Unbeknownst to us all,
The physically wounded are transcendent in bliss,
Yet the ones who watch from the tele,
With a pity for those who lack of the material are but pitied,
By them with the richest of souls.

Our hearts and minds stuffed in a dusty closet.
Tearing hairs, stabbing backs, cashing cheques.
To be the perfectly sculpted piece of pawn.
And forgotten are the ways to reach within.

For the truth,
Is not hidden in the blue light of a smartphone.
Speak to the ones enlightened by the blue light of the sea.
They’ll whisper the truth as the stars did last night.

Within lie,
Your calm. Your truth. Your cure.
To the state of the world, and
To the ache in our hearts.

 

�" Jaye Yee-Vandaylyn

© 2020 Jaye Yee-Vandalyn


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Added on May 5, 2020
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Tags: New Age, Mental Health, Poverty, Capitalism

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Jaye Yee-Vandalyn
Jaye Yee-Vandalyn

Singapore, SG, Singapore



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Jaye Yee-Vandalyn is a Singaporean writer that weaves details of often-overlooked worldly phenomena to capture her favourite moments in the shape of the written word at : www.poetry4thee.wordpress.com more..

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