Elle Meadow Poet Free verse

Psychomatic

The World is sick,
and I,
I am sick with it.

A bomb goes off in my head,
my stomach can't remember
when it last was fed.
My eyes are weak;
I can't bear the sight
of devastation any longer.

The World is sick,
and I,
I am sick of it.

I am indifferent to the depravity,
blind to the destruction
deaf to the declarations
of war and propaganda
numb to the demands
of the underfed.

The World is sick,
and I,
I am sick with it.

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Smooth Granty May 9, 2017 at 9:24 AM Deep man, deep. Way to stick it to the man. Elle Meadow May 10, 2017 at 1:16 AM Not sure what was my goal, but if that is what you take-away then fantastic! Thank you.

James Marshall Goff May 9, 2017 at 8:56 AM Nicely expressed Elle...you write what many feel...the purpose of poetry...good one! Elle Meadow May 10, 2017 at 1:18 AM Thank you. The news is frequently a source of inspiration. I use it in my work quite often.