poems about brokenness

Just Better

From the depths
Of her being,
She believes that
She and her family,
And a few people who
Are very similar to her,
Are superior,
Having been told this
Since she was a child
By those closest to her.
In her mind,
There’s really no question
To be debated,
Some people are just
Better than others,
Beginning with their genes.


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Dependable

Always eager to help,
They see him coming and
Exploit the situation,
Using his largesse to
Benefit themselves without
Returning the favor,
Taking but not giving,
Not even a thank you,
Just repeated demands,
Viewing him as someone
Who can be stepped on
With no repercussions and
Dependable benefits.

Authority

He has the authority
To protect people,
It’s his job,
He chooses instead to
Intimidate and terrorize,
A monster working out
Unresolved personal issues on others,
A deep lack of inner security
Manifested in outward bullying,
Craving power and control,
Repaying those who originally
Eviscerated him,
Abusing with impunity.

Mentality

Having had the optimism
Flogged out of him,
He subconsciously gravitates
Toward the first thing that
Promises order and comfort,
Something he’s never had
Nor currently enjoys.
Pretending to feel better inside,
His actions direcly contradict
Blank pronouncements on
Virtue and character,
None of which exist
In his constricted mentality.

Do Nothing

Willing to let
Sick people,
Children,
Senior citizens,
Anyone who is not them,
Die,
Because they’re too afraid of
Losing power.
Nonchalant cruelty
Delivered with a
Hypocritical smile.
We can’t do anything about that,
Or that,
So we might as well
Do nothing.

Hollow

Constant conflict
Without respite,
Continuous struggle
For dominance
Obliterating any
Semblance of
Functionality.

Crushing competition,
Someone always
Has to win,
Someone loses,
Tumultuous,
Hollow
Existence.

What Do You Do?

He interrupts his pronouncements
About her career to
Ask his thirty-five-year-old daughter,
With a puzzled look on his face,
“What do you do?”
It’s never been very important
In this family to think beyond
One’s own ego and
Care about what
Anyone else is doing,
That would require
Listening to someone else’s story,
Letting go for just a moment of
The need to control everything,
Command the stage.

Impassive

While proclaiming with
An impassive face that
He wants to help as
Many people as possible
And live a life of service,
He does the exact opposite,
Hurting millions,
Establishing an order
Where one point of view
Supersedes all others,
Where truth doesn’t matter,
Kindness perishes, and
Only rot thrives.

Redistribution

One guy fumes at
Giving his hard-earned money
To people who don’t deserve it,
Freeloaders leeching off the system.
He calls it an unfair
Downward redistribution of wealth,
Rewarding slackers instead of
Individuals who work hard.

Another guy considers
That you can’t create an equitable
Society out of people who are
Only looking out for themselves,
Where wealth is
Exclusively channeled upward
Instead of apportioned
For the common good.