I’m not asking for much,
a few kind words,
a gentle touch.
I don’t know what
this life’s become,
but I’m still living here
because,
I want answers
that are voices
in my head.
Like a cancer,
they keep growing
and all I get
instead
of resolution
is more questions,
like they’re voices
of the dead
asking me why the world
doesn’t try to live
before it ends.
It’s not easy
looking around
and seeing what’s gone wrong.
Believe me,
I didn’t think that I
would last this long,
but now I’m here
and things appear
to burn right through the fear.
I see them clearly.
There are answers out there,
if we seek.
This whole world
might belong to the meek,
while the scared and arrogant
march us to war,
I hope that we remember
what we’re looking for.
The end will come,
we all will die,
no seas of blood will satisfy
the ones who place their gods on high
while playing dice with others lives.
No questioning,
the answer’s been
out in front of our faces this whole time.
We choose what we want to see
even when we’re blind.
The voices still ask questions
in my mind.
Nowadays,
I’m only afraid
when they go quiet.
HG – 2021
