Denis Kucharski

Rookie - 80 Points (November 17,1976 / Medina, Ohio)

Morbid - Poem by Denis Kucharski

The illusion wore off
And the dread started seeping in
Priests raping kids, Wall Street swindlers, falsely imprisoned souls
All too much to bear.

The phone rings
I feel dread
Hell has found me again
And it is called other people.

I don't know where to turn
Reality is too sharp a sword
There's only so much one can take
Before the bow cracks
And all comes tumbling down.

My heart breaks for the world
A world I love and hate
Filled with so much heartache and joy
It's enough to crush your soul.

Good is the matter
Evil the antimatter
And evil seems to be prevailing
Give me something
To take away all this pain,
Because I just can't bear it anymore.

And all the while, this cry
falls upon deaf ears
As genocide in Africa continues
And the Republicans stop health care reform
And the lion devours the gazelle.

Nobody gives a shit
And nobody ever will
I am an orphan
Who will never be adopted
Into something better
Because better never existed

And I can't live in this world happy
Knowing one child suffers somewhere
Or that someone is falsely imprisoned
Or that my mother
Died a horrible death at 49
For absolutely no reason.
While I check the news
And it says a Nazi died
At the tender age of 88
After starting a commune
Dedicated to abusing children.

Justice just took a shit
And smeared it in our face
And we are supposed to grin through it
I wear the suffering of the world
As my badge of courage
And as my scarlet letter
For giving a &*^%! .

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 26, 2010



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