I am always curious to see
How we each react in our own way
To the things that hurt us most.
Our breathing lessons.
The shizz that just gets us by.
One foot at a time –
Concentrating on only each and every breath:
Through love
Through life
Through marriage
Through divorce
Through elation
Through heartbreak.
Some of us turn to *****
Some to drugs
Some to women
Some to solitude.
But these people bar the last
Forget the importance of being quiet
And believe the void can be filled
With substance
It can’t.
Much like the governments
And politics
Of this world – it’s an insatiable
Inimitable black hole
That when it shows its teeth
We have to all grin and bear it.
What do I know?
What do I care?
It’s all very much like poetry for us poets –
Just another way to survive.