In the Gloom of the Soul Eyes Pry

Where to turn to, to help yourself.

In the gloom of the soul

Eyes pry;

 

Satisfy yourself, they say,

Because we’re in no state

To aid.

 

Forsake your family, thou shalt

Not wither with the nuclear-powered

Radioactive flower.

 

Spring forward to hell; to Dante; to Argos and

To annotated freedom on their terms.

 

Lipstick thin cliff edge; hang dog

Headphones squawk nothing in

to blistered ears.

 

Whisper as you would a lover

And face the fall

Of the brave.

 

Be kind, they say;

While behind you war rages.

 

Be patient,

While walls crumble around you.

 

Behave and you will die,

Happily.

Author's Note

This poem is an experiment I did using imagination, I hope it works.