Shackled Reality

“why is the world against us, sweetie?” he asked with a dash of innocence a tinge of sadness volumes of sincerity what could I say in response? the answer eluded me for years unknown to me path to a cynical end did he really need an answer? I wondered offering him words the best I could boosting cause of hope is painting optimism worth it? the divided world with divided regions divided waters divided land, divided hearts “what should I tell you, sweetie?” thoughts spoke love is a business practicality wins emotions die in honor’s face

To Kitty, with 'love'

the beat carries no emotion
a rhythmic exercise
depth of oceans
sport a dry

it stared back at me
eyes dark and cold
it didnt rip my skirt
It wouldn't mew anymore

"Kitty's gone"
Mother sobbed over the phone
"It was foul play"
Wonder who it was

someone came over
another man
she needed a hug
some comforting words

in the bedroom, they lied
door unclosed
made music of love
Kitty lied on the living room floor

It still stared at me
And I back at it
Was Kitty a friend
or Is Kitty one?