I see it
In the eyes of the passerby
They are scared
Unaware of the wounds
That control them
I see my shared humanity in their eyes,
Their hunanity like an infant crouched in a ball,
Terrified, shaking,
Hiding in a corner
We seek relief
From this massive worldwide grief
Digging for but not finding empathy
Hiding away all our misery
Because we believe
Our sadness is too big
We wouldn't want it to encroach on other people's happiness
But if we just took a moment to peek beyond the veil
We'd discover a common thread of travail
That strings us all together
So instead of hiding or minimizing our stories
Let's roar our stories out loud,
Unleashing the tamed and timid circus lion of our hearts
So it can progress back to it's original fiery state
Of passion, courage and integrity.

I’ll figure out the title later
first lets turn the spigots on,
hot for words
cold for reality
and tepid when intermix
is draining out at the beck
and irrefutable demand of
gravity, the great **** that
is the great equalizer of the
hunanity crew

even Elon must obey this
law of gravity, unless he
gives the world a break
and gets stuck up in space,
and no one takes his calls
of “pretty please save me?”

you know something?

This “poem” is pretty,
pretty poor,
that’s all,
maybe
just maybe I
won’t be
bothered to figure out
its family name, just
leave it orphaned like
so many others that
never even made it
out of the birth canal

so long, farewell, be
content you will be
forever known as #4