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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  • 2 years ago

    by Em

    The cycle of desensitization by Poet on the Piano points 10
    I absolutely loved the title of the piece and though I'll have to admit to googling desensitization it fitted perfectly because I think we all have our own cycles of coping with the things we are afraid of and the poem did not disappoint... Everything seemed to fit perfectly like a glove, the words of the piece are weaved together beautifully making for an astounding piece overall.

  • 2 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

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

  • 2 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

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

  • 2 years ago

    by Ya----Na

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

  • 2 years 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.

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