Trying to find a solution.
It’s not there,
No matter how hard she looks.
Not yet, at least.
She wonders how much longer
It will take, or whether
Fate conspires against her.
With no immediate answer,
She keeps going,
As she always has.
Keep trying,
There’s no way
This will work.
Keep going,
No tangible
Progress.
You’ll make it,
Failure a familiar
Constant.
Stick with it,
It may never come
To fruition.
Don’t give up,
You’re
Worth it.
Beneath counterfeit devoutness,
Noxious fervor to perpetuate a
Bad-faith scheme concocted by
Insecure men lusting for power,
Regardless of the consequences,
Human beings subjugated so
A few can protect their loot.
Great news! I’m trying to be perfect.
It’s really fun, wish I was here,
What with doing so many things and
Getting every last detail just right and
Double checking everything and
Comparing myself to some arbitrary rule book and
Silencing the ghosts and
Measuring all the time.
She makes retrograde statements
That set her and her fellow
Human beings back
A hundred years,
Advocating for things
That keep her down,
Reflexively, thoughtlessly
Limiting her own success
On a daily basis.
She’s done well but
Could do much better.
Pulse racing,
Pupils dilated,
Awareness heightened,
Endorphins streaming,
Gulping air.
Harrowing experience
So close to the real thing.
What a rush,
He feels alive,
It begins wearing off
He’s forced to go back,
Be himself,
Look inside,
A fate postponed by
Each next thrill.
It takes no courage
To treat human beings
Who have less than you
With contempt;
It’s easy to disparage
People who have no power,
Who can’t retaliate
In any way,
Whom you keep down
So you have someone
To be on top of
In order to feel better
About yourself instead of
Working to heal inside
And be a better person.
His overconfident mouth
Flapping open and closed,
Unendingly spewing some
Clueless soundtrack
That means something
Only to him.
Eyes glazing over,
Heads nodding off to
The droning hum.
Nobody’s ever told him
To stop.
Nobody ever listens,
They just
Talk talk talk,
In love with the sound
Of their own voices,
Smothering any
Meaningful communication.
I know,
I used to be
Like that.
