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#divideandconquer
I’m in my forties now and if I knock my knee it aches for days even if I can’t say precisely when and how I did it Vexed I am left to neck ibuprofen and recall what I took for granted in the fat rosiness of my twenties But I have my own front door and a car and keys for both and when things go wrong I can fix them or at least pay a guy called Steve to pop round and do that for me while I watch the news and tut I have my own front door behind which I can hide safe with only the news to scare me, I put a tire iron under my bed to feel better Late at night I look out the window from time to time to see the reassuring flash of my car’s alarm indicator and I wonder in the dark who else can see it The news and my social media say things are bad and getting worse so I’m glad of my front door I don’t go out too much anymore anyway not like the past when knocks and bumps were shrugged off and my guts could take a hit and I was one of the people making drunken noises in the night but it was just a laugh, right? Not like now. These folk have no respect. I lock the door as soon as I am in, car or house and check the news again. I might call Steve and see if he can set me up some CCTV.
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Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
Modern shadows
Person Man Woman Camera TV As much a testament to current reality as any babbled, 24 hour, rolling drivel from partisan spokesfolk who affix the yoke of profit by making and driving the wedge In the wide awake courtroom, alone, maybe 3 A.M. you can hear the truth, have the human faculties, can see the evidence, even if the verdict hurts It’s less painful than making eye contact with a mirror image who allows the lies the loss the inhumanity just to heal a bruised ego and still not sleep easy
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
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