Seemingly unseeming scenery.
Attention spans have been spent.
Caring is currently currency;
What can one provide in return for me?
Two sides of the coin for each person hurting deep.
Three for the poverty-stricken economy.
Four for crippling views all over the news.
Five for the great depressions pending mental health endeavours, heaven help us!
Six in the midst of the world our grandkids
will live in when hurled in the mix.
Seven, the rented time of which they have left.
Ate the world through our gluttonous deeds.
Now nine teens got blights on their brightest of dreams.
"No longer our problem", holds common belief.
Our days remain numbered, lost in the greed.
Inherent attentiveness cannot be gleaned.
Once more with spirit as cherished time flies by so discreet.
Two sides of the coin for each person hurting deep.
Three for the technological enhancements we all took for granted.
Four for medical advancements resultant from panic.
Five for the ties at the height of our distance still drawing us in.
Six is resilience and bond of commonality shared 'til the end.
Seven, commencing endeavours when we get to travel again.
Eight, a plain slate of lost novelty we are reclaiming today.
Nine in light of fighting the virus inside us, striving to keep it at bay.
Kind intentions within men and women and the difference they make.
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Free Verse Poetry: A Wayfarer's Train Of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of free verse poems to read at your leisure. Subject matter and overall mood varies heavily based on my source of inspiration. I'll add new ones whenever I feel compelled to write them. I hope you find something that resonates with you.
