I revel in obscure facts

Trenz Pruca

I revel in obscure facts
and history’s random events.

 

I am empathy dangerous without sympathy, 
blind sympathy lacking empathy.

 

I am what I tell myself

to keep away the darkness.

 

I dance on the edge of a volcano

 

I have been a long time on the road.
I am on the road and coming.

 

Do you want to know what they would say if you asked? 
Or do you want to know why they’re really so upset?

 

If you asked,
they would tell you 
people could have 
gotten hurt.

 

They’re really worried 
They don’t know what to do with me. 
No one wants the responsibility. 
No one wants it to be their fault.

 

It makes them uncomfortable. 
I can’t be fixed,
They think they can. 

 

They’ll keep trying to pass me off
to someone who can. 
My parents to the school, 
the school to my parents.

 

I don’t need to be fixed 
I just have to be ready 
for the moment
they stop trying.

 

 I cannot despise them 
without acknowledging 
their importance.

  • Author: Trenz Pruca (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 9th, 2021 17:03
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Comments5

  • A Boy With Roses

    "I dance on the edge of a volcano"
    THIS LINE ALONE IS AS WINSOME AS MY CRUSHES SMILE


  • Accidental Poet

    Your life is yours to live, not someone's to live for you. Great write Trenz. ; )

    • Trenz Pruca

      Thank you for your comment.

    • Doggerel Dave

      Really liked this poem, Trenz, despite that I found it something of an enigma. Person or personification?
      Separate issue: History, if we can agree to define as human activity, is rarely if ever random.

      • Trenz Pruca

        Thank you, Dave. Great insight. How about both? Yes rarely random.

      • Goldfinch60

        We must all be ready for that moment when it comes no matter what that moment brings.

        Andy

        • Trenz Pruca

          Thank you, Andy. I always appreciate your comments. Sometimes, I fear, it still surprises.

        • L. B. Mek

          sing, scream, ink as loud as you can
          till all that's left
          is that hoarse gravely whisper
          of your actual, unfaced - truth
          and then: begin... again!
          as many times, as it takes
          because, my friend
          what else is there
          for us Few, who Choose
          to refuse hate: as A way of Life

          • Trenz Pruca

            Thank you. I hope it is more than a few.



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