The Artist From The Inside Out

As I watch the TV
and witness the horror
the day slips away 
as if it never began
the powerless feeling 
the air heavy 
light becomes dark
day turns to ashes
the gray in my brain 
matter becomes black
no joy in birds 
the people lack 
hurt driven deep 
into a pit of
no turning back

I ask for nothing 
hope for something
the chatter 
the denial 
smiles of dolls
appearing to sleep 
I clamor for news 
to break the hell—
to no avail

people boiling fear 
shit soaked rumors
inferiority beliefs
holding patterns 
that sever love 
and disintegrate into hate
posing as knowledge
arrogance on steroids
don’t ask my opinions—
‘til truth matters 

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Kev Seto on Unsplash

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