Catherine Heath
2014
The beauty and the squalor;
Valor of men
And beasts.
How else do you describe
That emptiness inside?
The vindictive spinning
And energetic curses
Of unknown quantities.
Desperately seeking,
Never really knowing,
Only slowing to sleep.
Afraid to stop, to breathe.
The seething crowds
Of people, heaping
Past projections
On naked raw experience--
Delirious, and sad.
Drunken yells,
The spell of youth
Not broken yet--
Perhaps I'm jaded;
A faded old hag,
But I'm still inclined to take
A sympathetic view--
Wrap my arms around you,
And hope there's more
That we could do.
Credit: Photo by Aldebaran S on Unsplash
