Poetry

As the world is mentally in flames

I don’t look for anyone else to blame

I just stare into my bath water

Feeling sad in the direction we are heading

Why do we choose to play this game

On the streets

And on online

The languaging speaks so clearly

It’s confusion

Such a pristine expression

Of unresolved pain

The spitting out of poison

That’s been injected

Then it turns into projection

Never take the chance to learn the lesson

That we need some reflection

Or we perpetuate the same

Experiences

And tragedies

Unwittingly become a casualty

To the loop

You trying to get out of

That can only start

And end

With personal

Which becomes

Collective Change…..