There is not enough medicine for the pain,
I am still bleeding but will run out soon, hopefully.
There is not enough kindness to subdue the hatred,
forgiveness is denied to me, from me.
Cup of grief, full glass of sorrow.,
no one knows how much the damage has progressed
except for the original poisoner;
Printed words all ragged edged, some purposefully sharpened,
tell of Armageddon as playground,
of logarithmic chaos starting any inconvenient time.
Why do you stand there foolishly taking blows,
if you just fall to the floor they will stop.
There is a great aggravation of fools out there
waiting to be impressed by those still more senseless
No guardian could have prevented the fabric from ripping
as the sun was too old and weak, vetoed;
could not burn thru the clouds nearly enough.
So the brain got a little too cold once too often.
Main trouble with razor sharp wit as your main defense;
put away without being folded; cuts you up inside.
As continued life grows less and less able to be justified
then god’s repairman makes the call; not worth fixing.
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Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some say I am too negative, I usually reply they are not negative enough. I prefer to believe I am a realist.
- Category: Reflection
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Logic suggests that there has to be a precise point where it (indeed everything) begins .. and conversely, I imagine it also ends .. Your post today points a very pointy finger in what might be a write direction .. perhaps .. 😎👍
The authors comments remind of an ex boss who said to me some people thought i was arrogant and rude, and i said i was confidant and honest. I feel it is like that with this poem, Reality can can across as negative, ( but that1s reality), not everything in life is a bed of roses. Enjoyed the read.
And I am a realist of the cynical positivistic variety. So this poem is right up a familiar avenue.
I loved the last line particularly (then god’s repairman makes the call; not worth fixing.) That kind of sums it up. A sense of darkness pervades this piece and its shadows are reflected in this last line.
Powerful work.
Wow! Awesome write! I am glad I found your page here, looking forward to reading you more. Beautiful write!
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