Four!
Four?!
It’s ten after
and then some more…
but who’s counting or paying attention?
I get thrown back, at the escape created daily
Forgetting the task of this day
It matters not by me, or you, or them, or him!
We are trapped here, in this great universal tragedy
A mythical- like tragical story
Epic in fact
We ponder, pontificate and postulate.
This insanity we hail from, we reign from
on down the line from, regurgitate from
How did we birth a nation, a planet of conceptional
like aliens? Unlike the birth of an unwanted
mistake, a defect we mourn after.
How in the hell did it happen?
Today is no exception
as is yesterday, tomorrow
or future takes.
Why do we tolerate the “facts”, the mistakes?
Oh, I don’t know you say, go bother your mother, father, brother
Your mundane questions you inherited, it’s all fake.
Listen! This is a big one.
We got here through time travel and history
Lore led us astray
and we now beg for Mercy upon Mercy for those we preyed and
we actually divide and lay, a morbid cell, in a cell, in a retractable hell
At least now we pray and pray for that finality that un-does the messness
the infinite-ness-ness, the infinity knot, tightly wound-ness-ness
Unashamed..unabashedly, unfounded-ness-ness.
Go to hell please and find our day…
I beg of you!
…of this-this-this.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Freeverse #Purgatory
The Artist From The Inside Out 
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