John Lawless Poet Free verse

six degrees of desperation

I have grown weary of the truth
Blighted soothsayer soliloquies
Shouted from hand-made signs
Railing against self-made silence
Shattered beliefs drowning
In doubt’s echoless dungeon
Stained glass demons
Muted by mindless dust
Leaded beauty denied
Untarnished expression

An old woman waits on the corner
Knowing she may go hungry today
Rats scurry in the alleys
Knowing that they won’t

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Gershon Wolf January 6, 2026 at 8:29 PM Despite the comment below, Sages of all Ages have remarked that man is the sole creation that is in doubt of his food. Why? ~ Because the Creator wants man to pray to him and ask for His help, thereby growing closer and closer to Him... The other species will find their food, pretty much no problem. John Lawless January 7, 2026 at 4:33 AM Gershon, your comment and Tom's comment bookend the dilemma or at least should spur some insightful interpretation