Free Flow

It’s sunset but I feel the day is just starting.

like how I can’t sleep at night.

What to do? What do we do?

When what we feel and what’s happening does not match —

Are we to match?

Bare. A word too light and yet too difficult to do.

Since when did laughter become offensive?

Since when did positivity cause people to pull back?

I see disgust in those well-intended smirks —

only that well done they were not

Well done? What to expect?

Blunt curses on wrapped gifts

Create, create. Hiss — I smell hate.

Oh thy art, for what is love without hate?

A stance, wobbly legs

for every move a question there is

forced if things are — pointless

the land is dry but I see black clouds from here

Shoot an arrow — too inviting.

But yet again, to let them be is the thing need be

To keep a chance for redemption.

Redemption can’t be pointless.