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Feb. 5 - "We all came from wealth,"
by Jason WardellWe all came from wealth,
or at least comfort.
We struggled for young independence,
fell and succumbed to ease
with ease and we lamented
our lamentations.
We came to resent comfort,
a comfortable resentment,
and studied English
or Philosophy or History
sprinkled liberally with Art.
We forged new struggles against
inspiration, against success,
against comfort and we relished
in a cause, any cause, every cause.
We stopped believing in God
but kept believing in Hell.
We fought whoever would fight us,
cursed our curse-stricken throats,
bled out alcohol and heartbreak.
We were callous young zombies all,
having replaced comfort with 3am
police sirens and empty glass bottles,
we roamed vaguely toward inevitability. 02/05/2009 Author's Note: Midday.
Posted on 02/06/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/06/09 at 04:31 AM I really like where this whole series is going. So far, I'd say the best stuff is coming out of the midday. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/06/09 at 04:03 PM I not having come from wealth have oft wondered if giving someone else a sense of entitlement is wrong, your words show a need to find ones own way. That is true from where ever you come from. I like your dedication to write everyday. smh |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/19/10 at 10:42 AM this is an intriguing write, examining the nature and nurture of things in the world you describe...I love the commanding "We" opening each sentence, it stands tall and strong...your imagery and ideas woven within your strong current flow, and your use of repetition really work to sink your ideas in the subconscious...kudos, poet...nice to read more of your work! peace, jewels |
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