The cycle of desensitization.

by Poet on the Piano   Oct 9, 2017

We plant flowers in our chests
and bloom epiphanies,
but we never reach the driest
bits of the desert.

Hopeful words are just dull tips,
we cannot move them past our skin;
they don't seep into souls, anymore.

Thoughts and prayers become stuck
in cobwebs,

pretty words resurrected
by sorrow

yet we sink
into quicksand...

and they wonder why we're all shocked
when another terrorist lives out his fantasy,
when another round of violence takes
humanity down with shrapnel -

we mimic sentiments to feel somewhat human.

And we wake up, each morning,
whitewashing history
rinsing our tongues from any responsibility
then waiting
until it all repeats.


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  • 6 days ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Congratulations on your HM this week. All my best wishes Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautiful imagery in a desolate and ugly world. Loved the visuals. Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by Free verse

    This is the truth about the today's world which we all have accepted.
    BTW, loved how you woven all those emotions into words.

  • 1 week ago

    by mossgirl19

    We want change but are unwilling to start small changes within our selves... I personally want to change the way things are but can't get past my own dilemma a lot of times. This resonated deep as this is as Kitty puts it...true and tragic. It is very well put, great piece.

  • 1 week ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    This is brilliant and profound. True and tragic. These lessons never seem to be learned and solutions never found. And repeat.
    I'm so glad this is nominated! x

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