What is there left to say?

a free write poem.

Last night
I googled a weird feeling in my body
my throat is hot
when my hand touches it I cough
I want to gag out what I’ve seen
nauseated by humanity
the mucus of reality
won’t leave my body
a website says it could be an inflamed thyroid
Induced by stress and anxiety

ofcourse

I’ve explained myself to fools
too many times
my body spent
mind fatigued

the vibration of the same words
hitting the same walls
now it’s sore
with the attention I’ve given to swine

It’s time to give up.
I hear from inside
It’s time to let go.

when bombed bodies fly through the sky
across the world
on our dime
and no one still cares

what is there left to say?

when the planet is ravaged by greed
and that the sheep that refuse to see
defend the greedy

what is there left to say?

I apologize to myself
I thought this was all a lack of education
silly of me
recommending books
this here is more lethal
sinister

this is ego

the main ingredient for war
the dance ego do with the naive
leads good hearts into trenches
the passionate in to insanity
the hopeful and beaming straight to hell

you can not reason with ego
you have to rip yourself away from it’s grasp
you have to run
segregate yourself from it’s debates
rip it’s teeth from your neck

before your throat is burning
and there’s nothing left to say

we’ve all tangoed too long
the beasts have been bred off our baited energy
grown notorious from our effort
found home
in community invigorated by a bloodlust

flexing their energy
over us
tired folks
with a rolodex of words emptied
throats bone-weary

the era of arguing is over
the silence in our shock
now speaks louder
than we ever did

what is there left to say?