Telltale Signs of a Journey Undone

Nicholas Browning

I've seen a lot of things in the last few weeks.

Two people dead, one to murder, the other suicide.

The mass media telling fake news

And giving the idiots their lullaby.

 

I've seen an older man date a minor.

The law says it's okay,

But the parents can still press charges.

How can people live by laws freely interpreted and accept the ones

That aren't abided in?

 

It sure feels like summer.

Heat coming off of the barrel,

And people forced to leave their homes

Because of field fires.

 

The streets aren't the same,

Back then you would get shot.

Now, you still get messed up

But no one hears about it.

 

A man says a word and the other one disappears,

Like a candle in the night, with the blowing of a little wind.

It's really scary to think about how fucked up

The world we live in really is.

 

I've seen Heroes commit homicide.

And you tell me to prosper in poverty,

When you've got an education and investments?

Riches making more cents than the common should,

Just isn't right.

 

With all of the things that are happening around us,

It's difficult to remain impartial.

It's even stranger to be unchanged.

So I wonder:

Am I bereft, or just insane?

 

Noticing many things in the world,

That shouldn't be, but bizarre,

I need to stop dreaming,

And see things for what they are.

 

I just lack the motivation.

I've got a lot to say, the only way I know how to be supportive.

I'm antisocial, sure my rhymes are decent, but the material is uninspired.

I was a king once,

But that man just retired.

 

I took the sight by storm, but now it's like a memory.

I find it hard to be a part of something that I think is biased,

Maybe I see it that way because it's different than when I started.

I don't want to go away, but my heart just isn't in it.

The me that had a goal and the me that doesn't care -

Have parted.

 

I wish I could stick around, and do things that I think matter.

But one man's style hardly affects the outcome.

It's different now. The urge will fade, like I said.

Sure did, so all that's left I guess

Is to say, "Peace out",

And "Thanks."

  • Author: Nicholas Browning (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 19th, 2018 06:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: The original poem was 11 stanzas in length. When I had finished writing, I accidentally deleted the entire thing so I had to recompose all of it from memory. Not so easy, and yes, my head hurts. For now my friends, this is goodbye. I do not feel like I deserve to be a part of this community any longer, and I do not believe that I should be. This poem was written after failing to come to terms with the fact that motivation does not come to me any more. Humans are greedy creatures, and if I can't have it all then I want nothing at all. That is how it seems to me, anyways. So, I leave you with this. Thank you for all of the hospitality in the rough year that I have been here, and if some day I do return, I hope that all of you are in fair tidings with the best of intentions. May your pen never dull, and may your soul never wither. Peace out.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • Michael Edwards

    The message accompanying this is the saddest read of the day. Don't give up - you have a great pen as this posting shows - and if you do leave at least write the occasional piece as the mood takes you and post here to keep in touch.



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