Whatever you say I am

I am not the weight of the world,

the burden; the unresolved disillusionment of a generation

that is bursting at the seams

of having seen too many things

I am not the division,

the angst,

Edgar Allen Poe in a pine box, waiting to hate another verse

quote to Kill a Mocking Bird

I am not the sadness
the caring few
the one who's taken the trouble to sew
my twisted heart onto a crumpled sleeve; my own

I am not the one who should be paying
or left demolished, beaten, crying
bereaved with all of these atrocities
all the things you have done to me

the working class hero
the ones who died without a name
the sons and the daughters
left in a world that's not the same

I am not the disbanded crew
for riots, or revolutions
just the dreamer crushing first acts and constitutions
screaming, singing, sobbing in a voice; my own.

Author's Note

written on the spot after a long time of not writing.. so be gentle lol.

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

I like this. The world's idea of "normal" adaptation is to bury youth in the wreckage of overrated dysfunctionality and tag individuation w/the burdens of insane history.

All one has to do 'midst this den of soul thieves, din of broken tongues is own one's breath seamlessly to send the golem rule into a meat-grinding frenzy, while the zombie mob rolls its dead eyes, drooling over the latest glossy ad for what they will not have.

Scream, sing, sob, shout, sear, sizzle, sex, see, sound, soul-sign sanctum.

[An owl on the moon]

So beautifully profound... your words seem to transport us over time, drifting through the world of individuals and contexts of society.. and the individual... You have a depth and rich texture in your writing that is simply brilliant!

[JRB]

This was a sweet write, offering a thoughtful insight into today’s world of confusion and dissolution.