So many opinions, so much debating to be had,
but articulation is difficult and offending someone is at its easiest.
It makes me unbelievably anxious when I engage and it makes me want to cry,
I don't know where I stand and people threaten to rip off your hand if you disagree.
Why does so much of the conventional opinion seem wrong?
Why do the opinions that seem rational not even get mentioned?
There is so much polarisation it just causes immense isolation,
it gets so tiresome that I want to shut it all out,
Who cares?
But I do care, and I want to be able to care,
but caring causes so much hurt and so much anger.
Do we just leave it to the elite to care?
To tell us how to live our lives?
It would be so much easier.
Perhaps all this is not meant to be easy,
I certainly know we are not all supposed to agree, it's impossible.
How much does it all truly matter?
I want to ask this question knowing the answer,
but I can't,
because how can it not matter when it predominantly all comes down to life and death?
I wish I could be cold and not concern myself,
but my mind won't let me,
so perhaps I am destined to feel anxious about the state of things until the day I die.
There will always be something,
I hope wherever I end up after that doesn't burden me with the same dilemmas.
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The Kelp Manifesto
PoesiaA real and frank monograph of poetry from a young man who feels lost, swaying at the bottom of the ocean of life, with the aim of giving faith to those in a similar position. Covering subjects such as, relationships, unemployment and engagement with...
