My Bearings Are Quite Alright
A sonnet about my addiction to modernity
Enough! I’ve had enough of paper smoke
And dense, packed, close constructed mounds of brick -
They suffocate, they crush, they stamp, they choke
Me. All they’ve served to do is quietly trick
The unsuspecting populace that all
Is right and ordered — that the world is still
The paradise it never was, with walls
Presumed to guard against our nature’s will.
Yet here I am, a leech that sits atop
Another, feasting on the red that we
Consume together, loving every bite
That I can bite. I’m deaf to calls to stop,
Despite my cold misgivings, so…with glee -
I watch our bodies dry up livid white.
Putting up a fight
Is far beyond my might.
Experiences unite us. I believe words can provide these experiences. The Poet is just one of many ways to share them.
The Poet fuses my reality and imagination using rhythm and rhyme.
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