My Eyes Float on a Sea of Desperation
Do we see the madness of the world in which we swim?
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…