is that of convenience.
Its symptoms of ignorance and apathy
breed a system of cruelty
fueled by corruption.

We wrap headphone cords
around our necks like nooses,
drowning our senses in senseless noise,
marching mechanically through the streets,
pressed forwards by the weight of the masses
at our backs, unaware of our own heartbeat as
corrupt corporations and our government masquerading
as a democracy
steer our feet down endless paths of addiction,
feeding off of our misery, stealing the life
from our lungs from the
very moment we are born.

And we never saw it coming.

A writer writes to hide his pain.
And a reader reads to find someone who feels the same.

You died,
here, in my arms,
and I could do nothing
but watch as you faded away.
Come back.

Hidden
in the echoes
of your footsteps, I walk,
obscured by your shifting shadow,
waiting.

No matter how strong your desire
to erase your ancestry,
you cannot rip apart your DNA and
remove the genetic claim of kin
from your flesh
for there would be nothing left.