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