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Forced Divinity

by Johnny Crimson

I gave a chance to introspect.
It strangely had the reverse effect.
I found myself feeling low
for people that I didn't know.

So I walked the streets with an open head,
careful not to wake the dead.
A boy cried wolf
and a wolf showed up,
next to a red-hooded girl
with a paper cup.

You can't make it with empathy,
or some forced divinity.
It's, how many can you touch?
"Oh,how many have you touched?"
No there won't be a manual.
Life for dummies unavailable.
It's are you really gonna hurt?
"Oh,are you really gonna hurt?"

And I can't seem to understand
the whole layout of the land.
I hear the Earth is round they're sure,
but my feet are flattened to the floor.

So we can't trust the space cadets,
or know how close the planets get.
See it's a jealous universe.
Everyone wants to be on Earth.

But we've got too much to hide
that we can't share with them outside.
So were turning off the lights
"I'm gonna turn off all the lights."

And in the freezing darkness of my room,
now only my room has to suffer.

11/12/2008

Posted on 11/13/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/13/08 at 04:54 AM

This has a larger scale going for it, if that makes sense. I like it.

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