Why must life be
so fucking hard?
I know.
It’s a question
in the guise of a cliché,
but seriously,
It’s all these bombs
and there’s no one to yell,
It’s a battlefield,
like the song,
Or is that love
that becomes weaponized
in this hostile environment,
this war zone called life
or love
or whatever this is
that passes the days?
Where is the movie life
or love
or beauty,
It’s all a sham
and I’m sitting under
piles of paper
bearing balances
and due dates,
lists and longings.
Spilled ink
of love and loss
and I never say a word.
I simply smile
and ask for more.


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