Poison in our Veins
Alone
fear seeks a pack
asking how do I look
and how much have I got
tuned to a mad media reality
hung-up on "what I don't have", envy
It spreads, silent, insiduous : esteem by
what each has and not what each is.”
onesies, selfies, grasping,
climbing over the others
to top of the pyramid
alone
alone
with silence
can be beautiful
but only if we're content
with what lies on the inside
if the inner critic has no axe to grind
how can we find contentment of mind
if folk on city streets are found
asleep on a bed of concrete
in subzero temperatures the stench, the fleas ,
freeze - dying,
alone .
alone
life is too hard
unyielding like granite
it's too hard to be on our own
for we all need someone who cares
who'll be around long enough to be our friend
bone chilled, with no warm body near at the end
they have fallen off the edge of the world
frozen to cardboard, drifting in a sleep
from where there's no awakening ,
young and old die
alone .