Viewed from such an unsteady perch
an unbroken yet poorly drawn line in the sand
fails to indicate what is theirs
or separate what is mine, only dividing,
then birthing cold grievances between adversaries
and acquaintances, sometimes even friends.
Finding discrepancies in what matters,
some tied and tightly bound
with wire wound strings
till no hope of progress exists
brings failure of even tightly closed fists,
these where no solace is to be found
can foster dark hatred of this life.
Waiting for imminent heartbreak
where any future appears ever more grim
has worn down an already sad store of esteem.
Leaving unfulfilled ambition dulled by frequent mistakes
while hopelessness, by hard depression, is invoked.
People’s will to persist too diluted
by stresses too numerous to accurately list.
Satisfaction watered down by unceasing strife,
while arguments for pessimism not so easily refuted,
like aging prostitute’s that have never been kissed,
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yes, I know, more bummer thoughts, sorry. They say to write what you think. Happy election season.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Powerful, never apologise for what you write, if it means something to you then it will be relatable to others. Election season in the USA has really turned into a show for the world. 🌹
Powerful words ended with a very powerful last line. Wonderfully written.
This election season has become such a nightmare, that I don't even want to think about voting day or the aftermath. Thank you for giving voice to what so many of us are feeling inside.
Thank you much. I used to be proud of this country; now, not so sure.
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