April 10th
Getting up this morning
has never seemed so hard.
The space between the floor
and my hanging feet as I sit on the edge
of my bed has never seemed so high.
It's as if I'm sitting at the top of the Empire state building,
looking down at this materialistic world.
OH HOW we've become so attached to things
that only satisfy our greed,
instead of our happiness.
Perhaps that's why,
although the sun shines the air is still cold.
Because when we exhale
(Deep breathe in and out)
That carbon dioxide is cold like our hearts.
Perhaps that's why
we use alcohol, oxycontin,
marijuana, and cocaine
because we have become so plain
that we need these stimulants to stimulate our bodies
with false feelings.
But I guess these false feelings
are the closest we can get to real feelings.
(sigh).
This world I choose not to accept.
Because although this might be the way things are,
that doesn't determine the way they ought to be.
Copyright © Andrew Rogers | Year Posted 2018
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