Faraway

I love how wè live faraway From the noise and voices Echoing like dominoes falling fast and faster into the abyss Of destruction. I love how we live safely, We think, as long as the world Stays confined within electronic Devices like caged birds, wings Beating breezes into deluges. I love how we live unmolested By the sharp edges of violence, The softness of sun when it rises And when it sets buttresses our fortress Of blindness.

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 3/6/2024 4:03:00 PM

profound read for me this evening. Denial doesn't mean it doesn't exist--living faraway seems irresponsible to me. These lines were certain impactful: "how we live unmolested by the sharp edges of violence." Enjoyed reading your poem.

Chetta Achara
Date: 3/6/2024 4:33:00 PM

Thank you. I'm happy you enjoyed it.