Windex

By Phalanx

They give the work load
In strange situations, to the ones that
Don't feel the same.
The reason simply, is that we suffer feelings
Like cockroaches suffer fallout.
Our own feelings get shuffled about and
We live trying to repair
What others can't fix because
Their vision is limited by distance.
I do not like this world where we don't talk to eachother
Because we don't know how.
You can't tell them what you can do.
They'll burn your house down if they find you and
You choose not to cooperate.
If they can't fix, or have it so, things get lost,
Things get stolen, people die, hands get tied.
Ultimately, they blame you because
You can see what they can't.
They are that afraid.
They are that stupid.
Do not let them in,
They will make the same mess over and over
Because, it's all in the eyes.

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Copyright 2015 Phalanx
Published on Sunday, February 22, 2015.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I wrote this for a friend. She's amazing. She makes me laugh and I know joy as a result.
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  • A former member wrote: I like the title you used for this. It's sad that our society has turned this way. We truly are at world's end.


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