Is there any
comfort in
words when
there’s
blood in the
water
and the
sharks are circling?
“Hang on,”
we say.
“We’re praying
for you,” we post.
“Our hopes
are with you,” we shout.
“We’re here
for you,” we wish.
Can any
words besides,
“You’re
fully insured and will
be
adequately compensated,”
really do
anything to help.
Waves of
sympathy,
ocean
currents of empathy,
are fine and
good, but no match
for actual
ocean waves.
Where is the
power of words
in the abyss
of horror?
Are words
the afterthought of
the
aftershock?
It’s a
uselessness I feel to use
my own words
to be anything
other than a
shill for the vague
emotional
notions of my heart.
I want the
words to carry the burdens
away, but
maybe I’m not that smart,
or maybe I’m
not that good of a poet,
or maybe,
just shutting up is the right thing to do.
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