Down to the last breath of righteous indignation.
A push to the shoulder and a shove at self-esteem.
Lips sealed- unspeakable the words which describe the state of mind.
Unkind, a single stare, a glare and the words unravel meaningless drivel.
Indifferent eyes take in the cries of an unjust outrage and who am I?
Who am I to contend with useless emotions?
Intrusive thoughts invade,
not a frequent occurrence,
but haunting enough to displace
each sound emotion once enjoyed.
I don't believe in superiority.
Is there a choice but to follow blind campaigns?
You fly blind and know not what you do,
with the idea of authority
and politicians being superior.
They are men like the rest,
so-called heartless,
outdated men.
Potential rich men,
in the place of power,
that the collective voted for.
Simpletons at each day's end.
There is no winning in a game of politics,
at most-there are shifts of power
and new abstract wars to fight.
Left or right, what does it matter?
They sink deeper into a dead ideology.
Circling my mind,
I find a motion to express
a well-grounded distress.
In time everything fades,
moving out is moving on.
So what's beyond the gates of lost cities left behind?
I catch a glimpse of abandoned homes
which cross my mind over time.
A heart beat seats itself inside
each corner of quiet longing ease.
Houses to appease each of our needs,
and the value of a moment is the difference
between chaos and peace,