There's no explanation,
for our erratic creation.
Why we drink, purge, smoke,
burn and snip our sorrows away
stay silent, locking our feelings in a cage,
no one knows.
Why we reject cameras and mirrors
to prevent painful reminders
plastic surgery: our best friend,
no one knows.
Why mommies and daddies
scream their sharp words
planting little ones under beds,
no one knows.
Why some roam the planet
anger soaring through their veins
children dead,
no one knows.
There's no explanation,
for our crippling nation.
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind to Yours (2016)
Poésie"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty". (Edgar Allen Poe)
