Looking at living room walls watching tomorrow’s tide of issues come in
Far from amused anxiety smoke thickening
Oh I turn page after page grip firm like my pen’s ink with paper
Damn I wish I hadn’t quit taking medicine designed to block my ego and overthinking
Lukewarm on my forehead tangling my own hands up
Another night here and I feel my weary scarred hands elevated to my forehead while I shake my head randomly.
Night heavy oh yes it is.
There are many more important things than finding more differences between us
Instead I sort through articles strong emotional posts to focus in
My problems dance mockingly suggesting future failures of self control and to add flavor
Reminders of walking zombie neighbors focused on basic drives intelligence declined
It’s getting harder to see a sunset in peace with a fellow human aware of our insignificance
Mission to improve in love although it’s easier to destroy in anger
So we turn page after page releasing hoping grasping crying gripping making fists
Writing for anyone aware of our greatest mistakes.
These nights are heavy.
So weary from division, we are watching our world be destroyed by fear engulfed minds.
So our nights are heavy.
All across the world.