My World

Darkness prevails

reaching ever forward

coating the land

pain

disillusionment

there no longer seems to be happiness.

Long for the simpler times

when summers lasted forever

winters slid by in a blizzard of snow

spring was announced with bountiful flowers

fall releasing the land to slumber.

Cresting the rise

overseeing the golden city

walled off

sense of superiority

I wonder

what do they really have?

I may not have wealth.

No money falling from my fists.

I may not have friends in high places.

No one to charm my path

open doors for me.

I may not have private jets

personal banks

yes men at my beck.

What I do have

is far more magical than all that.

I accept myself as I am.

I accept friends.

I accept family.

I accept applications to join my world.

My world.

Kindness is not a choice

it is a must.

Words spoken in anger

no longer able to escape

in my world

one owns up to their mistakes.

Opening eyes

to see beyond the self

creating a utopia for all.

I sit on that hill

watching the streaming people

scurrying here

running there

laying down at the feet

of those who have all the money.

Here on my mountaintop

cross legged I sit

watching the setting sun.

Breathing slowly in.

Breathing slowly out.

Escape the busyness of the day.

Center myself.

Close my eyes.

Erase the devils haunting me.

Breath deep.

Exhale.

Time to resume my zen.

©Sept. 6/19

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