I know what is to come,
and the lack of fight in me,
makes me a coward.
How else can I stare,
with certainty in my heart,
at what has transpired ahead,
the said and unsaid,
and drag my self to the pace of indifference,
baiting the futures song,
and still commit all this wrong.
We have the lore laid out in front of us,
the law above and around us,
and still we shy from our fate,
but in our ego placing full trust.
We’re a special kind of stupid,
to be given all these gifts,
only to tear open the wrapping,
and spit in the face of the Giver.
2 thoughts on “seeing ahead”
Well you are no coward but I totally hear you and get what you mean and feel here. I think you have expressed what few have the guts to express and for that I know you will NEVER be a coward and you will always be a writer and a poet
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I really appreciate that. It’s hard not to be adamantly honest if you attempt to appeal to anyone’s sensitivity. Thank you