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?


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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