Detached —
Published in
Feb 14, 2024
The art of
Detachment—
We don’t own;
we aren’t owned
by none.
Yet bombs
darken the sky in
Gaza like we
owned these lives;
forests burn like we
owned life-inducing
molecules—
Children
lost in the fire;
rivers drying.
‘Practice
non-attachment’ —
What for?
Soon there will be
nothing left to
detach.
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Yes, this one is a bit bleak. But listening to the news will do that to you sometimes. If you have enjoyed reading this piece, it would mean the world if you liked, highlighted and left a comment, or feel free to follow me for more poetry: @lonewolfanna is the handle 🐺
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