Sometimes I find myself
Stuck in place
Unsure if I should continue
Writing these words
What difference do they make
In a world gone mad
How can my nonsense exist
Alongside an overwhelming reality
Full of psychopaths
Repeating history
Vilifying the press and detractors
Getting rid of so-called undesirables
Taking over other countries
While I sit helpless
Escaping into a world of my creation
A lurid wonderland
Where I’d rather live
And maybe that’s the reason
To keep going
To keep writing
Because someone out there
May need a break from reality
Need to escape with me
Into my weird written world
For a little while at least
~~~~~~~~~~~~
2026, John L. Harmon
Stuck in place
Unsure if I should continue
Writing these words
What difference do they make
In a world gone mad
How can my nonsense exist
Alongside an overwhelming reality
Full of psychopaths
Repeating history
Vilifying the press and detractors
Getting rid of so-called undesirables
Taking over other countries
While I sit helpless
Escaping into a world of my creation
A lurid wonderland
Where I’d rather live
And maybe that’s the reason
To keep going
To keep writing
Because someone out there
May need a break from reality
Need to escape with me
Into my weird written world
For a little while at least
~~~~~~~~~~~~
2026, John L. Harmon
Freak Out,
JLH
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Great poem, John! I think you crystalized my thoughts exactly about the state of the world, and why we write.
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