I sometimes watch
the news. I wake groggy, fidgeting with the
pillow on my back and my legs folded
beneath me. There
are always people with opinions about
other people's opinions and like a game of
badminton, they serve and swerve left and
right, forward and backward. I just
listen. I see where someone is
undressing their body for
prayers or digging the earth to fill it up
again with their neighbour's children.
I bear all back to bed where I left my
nightmares. I would need a
smoke after all the gore so
I light one. We all die
young here. The nature channels have lions
frolicking and hyenas giggling while we
pray we can exterminate the plague.
Sometimes, I just listen to music.
A touching poem, which with a prose expression nourished by everyday life, confronts us with the absurd and painful human drama that surrounds us. Greetings, @warpedpoetic.
Thank you. Yes we are dealing with a lot, mostly problems we are creating.
I love your poem
Thank you so much ❤️
Ooo, definitely a creepy vibe to this one. Are nightmares nightmares or is the waking world around us the nightmare?
So true.. elite opinions abound while the people suffer. Excellent piece, thanks for sharing.
I like your poem. It consoles my mind, I am not alone who takes burdens and falls asleep. I could feel the poet and the words, they are too known to me.
Very good poem, sometimes we need some music to forget about everything that surrounds us in this world, thanks for sharing.
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