This actually started as a free write and went a couple different places.
This yearning is burning the world isn’t learning;
Lights of night, souls sleeping in fight-
Who are we, if not for each other?
Complete in chaos, we battle our brother.
Mother, Father, Son, Daughter; all these words are obituary fodder.
Everyone is dying while
Politicians are lying who
Can we trust anymore?
Channel 4? 5? 6? 7? Be careful because they 8 9-
The world ain’t fine-
Must we die in line? Watch crime, after crime, after crime? When is it time?
End the crime tow the line do you have a dime?
Must I end the rhyme?
Escape from eternity and you are marked with tomorrow someone will follow.
No time left to borrow.
A story ends in sorrow.
I feel hollow.
Swallow, the bitter pill, If I must, trust- we all act in lust: power, passion, perfection.
I have to end this section- sink to bed, bury my head and question the resurrection.