wind forgot
how to roam
dust
soundlessly covers up the valley
where we
dig to discover our secrets
we've been
hiding for ages
obsessed
with putting cages
on things
we can't control
hiding them
somewhere safe
or so they
keep on telling us
but do we
ever see
we're the
ones being caged too
so
profoundly, keeping our selves busy
in our
important lives
hungry for
food and entertainment
seemingly
never having enough
denying the
meaning of the word
blinded by
the glitter
breathing
the constant high
abused as
long as we have something to sell
running the
machine we can't stop
living in
our hypnosis, deciding
what is
real and what is not
what is
right and what is not
time
passes, yet we don't look up
to face the
monster
world
doesn't care for your dreams,
hopes and
sorrows, only for the symmetry
between
your bones and how young
your skin
appears to be
in this
oblivion we fall
into the
realm of the forgotten
our lives
but a deck of cards
caught in a
spiders' web
life drips
from us,
like an i.v.
infusion
. . .
*
Once I thought it would be possible to publish a poetry collection every three years. It's been three years since my last one. This is the third poem I've written this year. So you see where this is going. Maybe sometime in the future, but there's no deadline. Someday.
Sometimes the only person to care for your dream is yourself. Life passes by, sunrise to sunset, in the end hope and dreams is all we have left. Thoughtful and vivid poem to share, thank you.
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