207 – Forward

On a minefield
Of daily news,
Not so much bad
As disturbing.

Old certainties
Leave pieces spread
Across the road,
As they keep going
Only by inertia.

Too many fights
And lost causes
To keep inside
A single
Broken heart.

Too many
Dives for cover,
Ducking every incoming
Doomsday prophecy.

Even with
A happy story
We all die
In the end.

All I can do,
All I must do,
Is stay the course
And live
Until I die.

• • •

Want to comment about what you read?