* Life is hard *

A hard life must be endured.

Days, weeks, years, feel like ice 

and cracks are increasing.

People are falling like sleet from mass murders.

Parents shouldn't have to worry 

about their children in school! 

Relationships are getting like unsolvable

one-thousand piece puzzles.

Women have been burned by boyfriends.

They feel like the pits of a discarded plumbs.

Boyfriends are baffled and bewildered.

Social media, inaccurate and fabricated

correlates to fake christmas tree ornaments.

Attention spans are decreasing.

Unhappiness rising,

we can't put our phones down.

Gas, food and oil prices 

leave me frigid.

They can send rockets to space

but still can't cure cancer.

There are too many people

with mental health problems.

Life is hard, 

for some, much too hard,

ask the people of Ukraine.

Life isn't just unfair, at times, it's evil.

The ice feels too thick

as it dangles from the roof 

of endurance.

If there were only answers,

if there were only a way to fix it.

You might wish the past had been different,

or that YOU were different.

Seasons are a series of summits and valleys,

but those valleys are brutal,

callous, and cold. 

Who would not yearn to scream?

So we poets pick up pens 

even if only to spill our guts

not knowing if anyone cares;

not knowing if our dilemmas

will ever defrost and disappear.

But we spill ink, that's what we do,

even if dolts around us don't understand,

or think it ludicrous.

Even if WE don't understand.

Keep writing,

Keep spilling,

Keep yourself from falling through, friend.

Keep vigilant, it's got to get better 

someday, somehow.

You're not alone.

We're not alone.

Hardly ever. 

Reviews

[JD Major]

Congrats, Relic, you've summed up Present-Day Life better than I've ever read!

[Relic]

I really appreciate your comment, JD. Thank you.