The world began to fall apart last night -
FREE BIRD is playing on the feed
The world began to fall apart last night; it was a Tuesday I think, it wasm't last night, 13 years ago in December, it just fell apart, disengrated into a dust ball.
I know I called 911, later on there was a funeral, life kept going, I got older, more wrinkled, losing whatever part of my mind I thought I still had.
Things break more, the world, a bitter ball of rage set into motion through a black sky of twinkling stars and gas, lots of gas, fires in the sky, to feel the heat against the bitter cold that is my heart.
If I had a heart.
That was buried in the ground, a cemetery, a nice one, they keep up the grass there.
You think that would be a giving but some don't; abandoned, it doesn't make a lot of money upkeeping a cemetery. I was told that by a business man in a grey suit, holding his hat, out begging.
"Used to be plastics, now, who knows, virtual reality maybe?"
I used to be somebody, now a nobody, a loser, a waste of oxygen if you listen to the politicians on the TV. I used to be somebody, a part of society, now I could be considered a digital content creator, sitting here at 11:45 pm, thinking it would be easier to slit the wrists, save the world the problem of killing me slowly.
Darkness outside, people sleeping, some shivering in the cold, homeless, dying slowly, the world killing them so the government can focus on killing others in other lands cause that's the right thing to do apparently.
I wish I could tell them, it only gets worse, for everyone, not just the poor and the sick, even the rich and healthy, the beautiful people all end up dying, some even in the lonely places where there are no TV cameras, no bright lights, just a bottle of pills they bought from the same dealer the poor do.
Here I sit writing at 11:45 pm, the world is still out there, but if I leave here tomorrow, will you still remember me, for I must be travelling on, there just too many places I have yet to see, a world that maybe isn't so broken.
Free as a bird, flying free, with no broken wings...
About the Creator
Jason Giecek
A poet who cannot rhyme, a dreamer who dreams in reality, realist who gave up realism last week as part of his plea agreement. The courts got nothing!! Nothing!
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