One dayA Poem by lizardbrain
Perhaps one day my verses will spring
from the clear, fresh waters of joy But all I've got now is a murky, polluted creek bed Downstream from the suffering of factory-farmed cows Whose waste is poison. The mud rising first above my ankles. sucking my boots in until I can no longer lift my feet. And then it is too late. Arms glued to my sides Pressure a pain in my strained chest Sludge closing my ears, eyes, silencing my voice, slowing down my brain I know that I possess the strength in my muscles to pull myself from the mud, but The motivation does not come. My mind is a blank Without a single reason for dragging myself out from under this weight. Maybe one day I'll evolve to breathe in the sludge But for now I surrender.
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3 Reviews Added on March 20, 2019 Last Updated on March 20, 2019 AuthorlizardbrainSDAboutusually searching through poetry for something to lift the fog. exploring writing, through stream of consciousness journaling and marginally more intentional prose poetry, in an effort to better un.. more..Writing
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