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Poetry

Orator

This time shouldn’t be any different.
You’ll go on speaking about the very thing
You know nothing about.

Melancholy hasn’t touched you
So how do you make the leap to trauma?

There are oceans you’ve never crossed,
Thank G-d for that or maybe it is just
The unpredictable cosmic logic that is life.
The hidden mechanisms that pour
Blessings and goodwill at your feet.
So many that you can’t look up
And see the downtrodden all around. I sit and listen as I must, a quiet captive,
But all your talking just becomes a sound,
Another reason to break free and live.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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