what if
you talk to people who don’t listen
and
what if
your fate is decided by fools
and
what if
every good thing is equally given
Content
not to have any rules
and what if
the powers that be
stay in power
by propping up fools
what can you do
that hasn’t been done
already
do you double down on your anger
or do you let it all go
Surrendering
to the wind
Maybe, you lie down in a quiet room
year after year
and wait for the weather to change
but you change
whether or not
the weather changes
and you can’t wait on your life
So, it is best to become good
inside
and people will like you
even though,
they don’t know why
their angry looks
will die
their treachery
digs tunnels
underground
where you
escape
where the falsely humble
placate;
You
placate no one.
Fools have left you
alone
to let others
shower them with praise
so, they
can wash off
their dirty sense of self
NEVER
becoming clean
and your escape,
is a beautiful thing
no ugly walls
no ugly faces
no ugly conversations
just the good
inside
you have been
practicing
and you don’t need
them.
Perhaps,
they wonder why?
But it doesn’t matter to you
You are alive.
This was wonderful as always. You have a great gift.
It reminds me of how Atticus Finch said “Good evening Mrs. Dubose! You look like a picture this evening.”
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Thanks Observation Blogger!!! 🙂 Good to see you in the Comments again. I hope all is well with you. Stay safe during this time. -Ian
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Same here. I’m just rereading your poem and its just soo fking good. Yo too stay safe.
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