Inhale

where did all the creativity go?

we are brainwashed by fancy suits 

spit polished boots

and the system 

our brains are sick 

we talk too much but never listen 

downward spirals of dialogue 

they fire at you and walk away 

faster than you can begin to protest 

religious blood baths 

brain fog and swollen bellies 

we are alive 

but we are tired

the sort of tired that sleep won't fix

I could love if they would just let me

harden up they say 

man up they say 

but this is a condition I can't control,

a human condition. 

we are sensitive and we are dying.

we are all 

dying. 

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Always someone pushing you over the edge. Humans will soon be condensed into a year.
Poetry is your last vessel, keep it full.

[Kirsty Woodward]

Thank you Paul.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we are all getting too hardened...too immune to real feelings...and the human condition is disintegrating with our technology, and with our instant gratification...

poems take too long to digest...i want a quick, easy few sentences and let me move on.

really like this cry out for those to listen and absorb...

j.

[Kirsty Woodward]

Thanks Jacob.