A place that
Was once safe is
No longer.
Sometimes things
Change in
Unfortunate ways.
Some people
Grow,
Others don’t.
He always has a
False narrative
Playing in his head,
Protecting him from reality,
Shielding him from
The things he’d rather not look at,
And who he’s become.
She’ll never wake up and
Wonder why she hurt
So many people,
A mechanism acquired from
Broken adults who never learned
How to be nice to others and
Passed it on to the
Next generation just as
Had been done to them,
Perpetuating reprehensible
Behavior labeled normal.
No respite from
This chafing wind
Blasting from the
Area between his
Nose and chin.
Words crashing against
Ears that would rather
Be anywhere else in
The world than here
Enduring this
But for some lame
Rule that says you
Have to shut up
And take it.
Ideology obliterating reality,
Adherence to party line paramount,
Superseding humanity,
Decisions made solely to benefit
A few unworthy ghouls
Sitting in their castles
Plotting the next crusade
No matter the number of casualties.
They mean business,
They’ll do anything
To get what they want,
Remorselessly destroy all
Obstacles in their path,
Including the planet
Where they live,
Just to try to silence
The voice inside that tells
Them they are insignificant,
The same one they
Heard when someone
They trusted betrayed them
And made them
Lose all hope.
He takes every opportunity
To bray about how
He’s made his own fortune,
Even though he knows
That all he’s had to do
Is be born purely by chance
Into a prosperous family and
Work far less than
Any person toiling for
Minimum wage, but that
Doesn’t sound as good as
Bragging about how well
He gambles the wealth
He inherited, an act that
Requires absolutely no genius.
If only I could
Reassure them that
They will be okay,
That they don’t have to
Be scared of everything,
That no one is going to
Come and hurt them,
But I can’t,
Only they can
Deliver that message.
It was never going to
Go her way.
An abrupt,
Blunt realization.
It seemed so simple:
Feel for someone else.
No empathy forthcoming,
Just coldness.
Discarded when no longer
Feeding the pathology.
Rejected, unneeded,
Wondrous opportunities appear.
