Society

I don't always want to be here.
Trying to look beyond the shattered skies
is harder than they said it would be.
There's too many hands covering my eyes.
Barbed wire cutting off my oxygen and closing in on me.
Draped along dried up bodies.
Voices echoing in filled ears
Of knowledge that won't make a difference between today and tomorrow.
False advice clogging pores
Of a dirty face beaten by expectation.
Broken ribs kicked in, wrapped around an un-beating existence.
An abused soul holding on tightly to
The rusted, linked chains choking my ankles and wrists.

Perhaps if I just fell upon a dirt trail,
Slowly sinking under the fake, potential ground;
My soul would be able to escape to that imagineable wanderland
Of purple, hazey skies.
Yellow flowered fields painted by birds
That resemble that distant urge of peace that still lingers
At the edges of my fading mind.

Author's Note

Feeling a bit down today if you couldn't tell already... At least I got some inspiration!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong statements led the reader to honest ending.
"My soul would be able to escape to that imagineable wanderland
Of purple, hazey skies.
Yellow flowered fields painted by birds
That resemble that distant urge of peace that still lingers
At the edges of my fading mind. "
Hope lingers in us dreamers. I wish for a better world. Maybe with new leadership. A better world? Thank you Annie for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote

[Annie Nicole]

Thank you so much Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Annie.