Even in
familiar places
we treat one
another as
strangers…
I wonder
if we’d ever
treat each other
as familiar beings
amidst a strange
place
we can see
faces across the
planet in flashes
Yet, utter
the longings
of the heart
and everything
crashes….
to wave hello
seems below us
and in a
brief passing
of time,
withhold the
gold of affection
sometimes, there
are no words
that can console
the widening hole
of the collective
soul…
the fragmented
whole of humanity
where are we racing?
what are we chasing?
vanity at the
price of love
and insanity
when it’s never
enough
and at the
end of an
escape from
going broke,
we die broken
never knowing
or scratching
the surface
to what this is
and who we are
and never minding
the tears when
illusions waver
but become
sedated strangers
to the crushing
howls of
existence…
Poetry Speaks 