Today's thoughts.

Poem.

If this emotion were capable,

Of being wholesome and tangible,

If i could mould it and fold it, make it relatable,

Would it be understood? Thoroughly? Absolutely?

You see, I am failing to comprehend,

The patchwork of pretensions,

Of this half-cut, harvesting nation,

That lives to feed on itself and is only full up,

When

All

 

Else

Is

Dead.