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It Is What It Is
Dealt a skunk-rotten hand
by the unseen hand
of some fun-loving demiurge,
caught in a deluge
of unpleasant nothings
that add up to
catastrophic somethings,
I keep this load on the road
wishing it could be lighter,
yes, I keep myself on the road
wishing it would be smoother
but it is what it is
and nobody cares about
the price weak little birds pay
when the stronger ones must fly.
by the unseen hand
of some fun-loving demiurge,
caught in a deluge
of unpleasant nothings
that add up to
catastrophic somethings,
I keep this load on the road
wishing it could be lighter,
yes, I keep myself on the road
wishing it would be smoother
but it is what it is
and nobody cares about
the price weak little birds pay
when the stronger ones must fly.
Published 2nd Aug 2024
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2nd Aug 2024 4:55pm
3rd Aug 2024 2:57am
This is pretty good and has some deep heart in it. The struggle through the darkness in the uncertainty of life seems to be captured here. Perhaps a need for truth and purpose, at least from one vantage point. I like how you worded the first few lines - the language just flows. Nice delivery. You also use a well-exemplified vocabulary that speaks for itself in your expression. Some of these variables allow me to imagine very powerfully. Anyway, again, nice job overall. Thanks for sharing!
4th Aug 2024 1:39am
A healthy slap to the face. The suffering is actually grand, when the proper abstractions are applied.
