i sit with weight
heavy upon my chest
in a day gone
pretty shitty
and i recall,
all the others, the days
on end at times
holidays, birthdays
pandemics
the usual fair
of emotional events
and crises, right?
no doubt, i sit
with it all,
A gall of rage
swarms in
as I cower to the floor
feeling irrelevant
and unsure
right now, i suppose
i could count my blessings
but that would ruin the
moment
i’d rather sit and
measure the weight
of this iron ball
bearing down
on my soul,
masked in an anger
from this,
holiday pandemic hell
the grief, the surge
of this pan-continental
dis-ease,
a deep despair
unable to let up, or ease
this virus, this crises
this global affair,
seems to be mutating
every damn where.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
WEIGHT first appeared on my blog less than a year ago, and today we hit a 40 million milestone (in the US) with this pandemic, and here in Florida it’s very bad, super, SUPER frustrating …go away and stop these damn mutations already! :( grrrrrrr…!
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