Life has lost its luster,
Dulled by bickering and fighting,
And having to choose
From a menu chock full of bad diets.
Love tries to find root,
Cracking a stone-dead heart,
Raising bile when threatened
By senseless attacks upon the cherished.
This is but an impromptu piece,
Written on the cuff,
Attempting to capture
The despair, the ennui, the lonely place..?
So, forgive, if you will,
Or revile, if you must,
This feeble spark of anger
In the face of times unjust.
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