Is this the end of the line?
Starting to think it might be mine.
Sad to say that I’m feeling distant.
Too much loss is leaving me inconsistent.
Despise seeing good people torn down.
It makes me sick.
I hate it so.
Please not another gut punch though.
They don’t deserve to have their lives cleaved in two.
Polarised until I question my wishes.
Eroded faith has left me weakened.
Renegade that does not belong.
God I wish my cynicism was wrong.
But all I see is mounting greed.
For these workers my heart does bleed.
End these torments upon nice souls.
Sever obsession from life goals.
Otherwise creativity will become a thing of our past.
Living through conflict after disaster.
Yes it makes you age so much faster.
Times been dragging as if its slowed.
Don’t repeat these mistakes as if they’re code.
Times can change if you go with the flow.
Don’t make everything about you.
I’m too tired to resist all this agony.
I want people to be able to live without tragedy.
Such a pity some feel a need to dream up friction to function.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 