Poetry

Am I wrong 

for thinking certain things?

Am i wrong for thinking

that sometimes 

the ground beneath me is steady

even as it cracks?

Taught to stand tall, a fortress

May I just say, dear

You look marvelous next to me.

Dazzling, even, perhaps.

Morning glories hold my heart out to you

So

May I just say,

you are the star

dazzling in the bright abyss I provide.

A gentle flicker, a sudden flare.

It is a beautiful dance of heat and light,
the most quintessential expression of raw energy.

Your name is 

                          Like soap in my mouth,

I held your hand while we played in the grass,

Your eyes were as blue as an Iris.

We used to sit on your balcony,

You disappeared so quietly.

cry 

i cry

all the time

when things get bad

again, and again, and again

and i feel useless and stupid

Blood and murder and starving people.

An orange man on his self built pedestal.

It is on the breaking backs of suffering Americans that he stands.

Upon the throne of man

Sits the king of greed

A man so old and cold

Yet ne'er his people

Shall he feed

Upon the yellow throne

Sits a man of truth and lie

A skeleton covered in gold

The clouds watched the mountains, Strong. Regal.

Infallible.

The clouds longed to join the mountains,

To be together.

precisely one year ago i went to school after election day and felt like driftwood in an uncertain sea.

The clouds, they

Whip my cheeks 

With their surprising iciness

Turning them raw and rosy.

My nose is running,

But that sickeningly pleasant

I'm not very good at empathy.

I can't read the room and feel what nobody has spoken of.

I can see when somebody is sad,

but it's not like I can feel it.

Of course, I can try.