Observance
I can’t stop my mind, and I just think of how
It seems like I will never have a friend.
I sound like a little child when I say this, self-absorbed,
Really, I just wish I had someone to read with,
To talk about things with – things that the world no longer seems to talk about
Great novels
Strange poems
Beautiful poems
And
The curiousness of the bad that people are so successful with
As their way of life
And how this way of life is
Supported
Cherished
Protected
How one has to think completely outside of everything to even imagine an existence
Without somehow being permeated by this bad.
And the beauty,
That I realize now, I will never get to see
And the beauty,
That is cut down, burned down, slaughtered, disregarded
Disrespected
Gassed
This beauty I will never get to see
As I live in this Texas desert
Working six days a week,
Just enough to pay for the little old house in which I live
On the edge of town
Just enough to pay plenty of taxes
To pave more ways
For more destruction
I do see the destruction
I can't believe it
And here I am,
With no one
To see me if I have a feeling
With no one to read a poem with.
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