sad, mad world

October 22, 2017

Upon hearing sad news from my hometown this morning of the overdose death of a childhood friend, I'm revisiting this piece. The stack just keeps getting deeper...

forty five years old
with a stack of dead friends
I wonder
if I laid them end to end
could I build a bridge
o’er this chasm of despair
that threatens to swallow us all?

 

how small
do I feel
when I realize it’s real
how powerless to conceal
how desperately I feel I must stop it
God, how I wish I could stop it

 

gun violence
radio silence
mass shootings
department store lootings
suicide bombs amidst the throngs
and, a stabbing mistaken
for performance art

 

wherefore art our sensibilities?
is there still such a thing as humanity?
humility? 

 

ADHD and ADD, PCP and DDT, OCD and PTSD
the world is too harsh
for the fragile people
if suicide doesn't get you
cancer will
whatever your poison
in a world full of poison
poison kills.

 

it eats you from the inside out.
it eats me from the inside out.
we all want out.

Written: December 5, 2015

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