My Eyes Float on a Sea of Desperation

Do we see the madness of the world in which we swim?

a face peeking above water level
Photo by Manuel Meurisse on Unsplash

Where must we look when gun-toting angst and the acidic burn of judgement is our only view?
What do we hope to glimpse when truth is as distracted and flighty as the wings of a startled bird?
How can we drink in the enormous breadth of life’s tragedies when our own nest withers?
Why can we not clamp our eyes shut, expel the brutality of society…



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Kevin Farran

Kevin Farran

Kamakura based writer, lover of Great Danes, vintage cars, good red wine, bonsai and the Bard