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.
Copyright © Elle Meadow | Year Posted 2017
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