America Zed (Dark Poetry)
I wish I'd conjured up,
some magic in my time.
Not only deep blue lonely swallowed down in rapid life.
I wish not for what others have but what I may have learned, If once I had the nerve to voice my needs and what’s worse.
You can’t be brave because you long for meaning that is real, without a never ending breathing love that you can feel.
I wish I’d stormed the sea of smugness Let the waves own me. I wish I felt affection pouring down ending my grief. How I’d play out vengeance Years of immorality.
But nature and time laugh and throw their heads back Couldn’t care less.
We tumble round the drum of life until we’re spun to death.
And no on turns around if you hit the ground Lose hope,
Except one evil sister with a slip knot for a choke.
Such coldness in the selfish with a blunt and noisy mind.
Why must I be hungry Mama?
I felt No Magic In My Time.
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