Tired of Sterilized Poetry

Tired of sterilized poetry And endless odes to beauty Though life is so full of these And everything sweet to please There is a much darker side Where sorrow and pain reside Where shattered dreams do haunt Rejection and madness taunt Tired of sterilized poetry That tells an idyllic story Where life's as it’s meant to be And sunshine is all you see What about the living hell Souls under an evil spell Where fear rears its morbid head Monsters terrorize in bed Tired of sterilized poetry Where love’s a sweet mystery Passion’s power is hush hush Euphemisms used too much Where people do not care Their souls’ desires to bare So afraid of being real Or allowing hearts to feel I’m tired of sterilized poetry That shows the hero’s glory Ignores the losers who bleed And the hungry ones in need That pretends life is alright And there is no endless night That’s perfumed with flowers fair Not the stench of evil’s lair I’m tired of sterilized poetry A fairytale like story What of the blood, sweat and tears And the tales of wasted years Betrayal sealed with a kiss Everything good gone amiss I’m tired of sterilized poetry There’s more of what’s meant to be Let poems speak of real life Highlight agony and strife Shades of sexuality Degrees of conformity Speak of you and speak of me The thirst for eternity. Eileen Manassian Ghali