I cannot maintain
This grinning symbol of fools
While sitting silent.
It has been ingrained
In my mind that mental tools
Are worked for, not lent
To the awkward brain
By the abuse of the schools
To which we were sent.
Now it is our pain
To drown in the social pools
That make us resent
All the constant strains
Of treating people like jewels
Although we forwent
The skills to sustain
Ourselves according to rules
That seem to torment.
I cannot explain
This disconnection that fuels
The human descent.
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An Ongoing Anthology of Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of the poetry that I have written and been writing since around about October 2018. Naturally, not every poem has been of a decent enough standard to be included here, but the ones that have been included are the ones that I lik...
