In what will be an occasional series, I’ll be taking some of the poetry I’m creating, editing and refining and posting it for a wider audience. This is the first of two poems I wrote this week and posted on Twitter first, as a reaction to an increasingly difficult and frustrating intersection of real-world events.
Thank you for reading.
Bottom Line There is no one answer, and yet back again comes balance, well aware control never maintained without both sides. There are many forms within enjoyment only one will make you rich, as they avoid all others that won’t boost the bottom line. There will be trouble, when it demands someone else as villain, crisp reminder everybody’s coloured by their sins. There might be an answer, when a question does not involve that will to win or to avoid the ones who’ll bleed in vain. I am tired of your assertions, removing that which will prevent your own ascent; I see what you are selling it reeks of bitter war: the hollowest of arguments as greed appoints more, poor this time you will be, too.