sit me atop this home
of firewood mounted, bonfire mountain
throne of alone
any which way I try,
all is not calm
raging, ravaging
ageing, non-engaging
sea drying under the sun
i cannot float in the whispers of agreed palatable mutuality
it’s not a filter
it’s dishonesty
‘accept my lies, so i can accept yours’
that is the social discourse
pass that as opinion
hashtag it with ‘everyone is entitled to one’
then paint me a villain
when I disrupt your fun
why do i keep coming out
assuming it will be better this time
stupid optimist
when everyone is a pessimist
better off a pantomime
so light this fire already
i’m already aflame
i can’t for the life of me
play this sociability game
-W.E.
Wow, great poem! 🙂
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Thank you. 🙏
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