You can use your own discomfort,
As leverage on the spineless.
Bitter hearts are quick to find the evil in the world.
When a move is made to change,
They are the last to get behind it.
Complacency runs rampant.
Just one click to never mind it.
I guarantee the ones with eyes for this,
Are day and nightly grinding.
How far has come our empathy?
No longer shunned for merely crying.
So long as is approved the morality behind it.
If nothing is left sacred then no mind lies beyond prying.
Lonely stands the human epitaph:
"They died from lack of trying."
Welcome
Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker
(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)
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