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.