Still it hurts
Sometimes there's a blast deep inside
leaving debris spread all around.
Words, thoughts, reason hang limp,
scattered.
Layers, perhaps from old times, come off.
I could enumerate them indefinitely.
It isn't enough.
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Nothing is altered from outside.
I’ve dealt with them quietly.
I’ve been wise, I’ve been nice,
educated, even soft.
But it hasn't soothed me.
I don't get used to it,
the senseless cruelty,
the meanness.
I'm left speechless when they hit.
There's no guard against stupidity.
I’m unprepared for this version of humanity.
I practice humor, I meditate.
I try to raise my level of empathy.
All I can see is manipulation and hate.
Me, myself and my ego
could use a trick, a drink,
a pill or a placebo.
Still it hurts.
