Banal Veracity

Hard to say
hard to see
time has come
to worry
to fret
to wonder
what the hell is going on?
I am lost.
I know that.
I admit that.
My needs are simple.
My needs are easy.
Hold me in your arms
make me feel safe
whispered words
wrapped in your embrace.
These are days…..
days never imagined
black death…..
plague…..
might be comparable
front line
never thought it
hand out
supplication
our new reality.
I do what I have to do.
I keep you safe.
I keep myself safe.
I can only do what is…..
expectations must be modified
within reason
within trust
within my ability to give.
My words go out
my words…..
try to offer sympathy
I cannot though
we are too far gone
there is no returning from this.
Bow
plead
deaf ears have turned
no one is hearing
no one is caring
we shall die
while they eat pie
yet
our fault it will be
so they shall see
I am sorry
reality is blurred
there is no saving you
there is no saving me
there is no saving…..
bland truth
blooded dreams
we can go no further.
©March 27/20
Picture is my own.