PAD Challenge Day 2: Office 4015

 PAD Challenge Day 2: Write a "from where I'm sitting" poem. 


Office 4015 

In the middle of the Capital District Square

I feel like one of the righteous oaks in the City of Oaks

Hanging on tight

Far from not becoming soft wood

As I do what is right with what was left

My evergreen soul

struggling to remain greener on both sides

As I eyewitness the nip n’ tuck to

the government circle

Straight down

from the supreme to the subordinates

No local anesthesia followed by analgesics

This stings…

 

In the middle of this despair

after every cold-blooded miscalculation

has been set to subtract

the circumference of evolution

Who has the cure for this cutting pain?

Who can birth a new legacy of hope?

This stings more…

 

In the middle of this city’s Capital square

We, the people, are rediscovering

That we, the people,

are not the radius of this circle

We were just a chord to some

a temporary diameter

a segment of reality unfolding

one in a million unique arcs

to cure the sphere

God blessed us to share

This really stings…

 

In the middle of this square

I want to escape this ring of fire

Keeping love in the middle of my heart

As I veto doubt from the middle of my brain

Cause its stinging…

 

From the middle of this square

I wonder

If the parties of the Blues and the Reds

will ever look past the past

shift the façade and swindling to

a cleared check and balance 

So that another cut doesn’t sting

The future

 

D’ElegantOne




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