Not a Thing To Do

Boredom fills my body,

Nothing to do,

No reason to live,

Pace

Back and forth,

Dial a number,

Hang up,

Drink drink drink

Till there is nothing left

In my soul;

 

Boredom kills

It shall be my death,

My gravedigger,

And my coffin

Where I am to remain

For what feels like

Eternity. 

The Slap of Evil

What a slap in the face

Life seems to be,

Can’t keep it stable enough

From running you over,

Or damaging your property,

There’s always something,

It’s never nothing,

An angry devil knocking at the door

Fills life with misery

And chokes one up

So the throat cannot speak,

I will not move from my bed

For fear of the world getting me again,

The pain cuts far too deep and the woes

Are endless rings of fire dancing through

Innocent hearts,

Burning them with corruption and evil. 

Human Rights

Birds chirping

While worms squirm in their underground holes,

And roaches crawl into walls

While dogs bark at cars,

In the meantime humans

See none of this around them

For life has preoccupied them 

Once again,

The busy hum of cars and buses

Fill the sky,

And children crying 

'Why, oh why!'

Because life is not fair 

Nor right 

Nor true

To humans who 

Think the land is theirs 

And theirs to own

Through and through. 

That Twinge in My Heart

The familiar ache in my heart

Wells up with the usual pain,

My muscle constricts and twists,

Leading me to believe my end is near,

How awful this ache is,

How unfair it seems,

I will not linger here for so long,

Lest the pain shall never subside,

As always,

I grab my belongings

And drive away

To a place where I shall forget the pain

Ever existed.