a short/unfinished poem

Me and the real world




They say I have a sensitive soul

I feel my senses in ebbs and swirls

Of beyond words

I have been told I am very serious

I don’t know how to have casual conversation with the trees

I have been asked to lighten up

Go with the flow

Relax

How should I ignore the chaos that corrupts what is left of culture

The red flags of indifference

The cries of the tossed aside

It is not that I have not tried to fit in

Get along

Be in the thick of it

I just hoped for something different

Something more real than acceptable cruelty we put upon each other

Because we are in such pain we know no other way