Conundrum #poetry #SoCS

As I sit and ponder

this world we have become

and wait for life

to mete our due

for all we have undone

In all their eyes

I see the ‘why’s’

and wonder…

Can we meet such

trust with

an explanation,

to defend the brutal

conflagration

of their futures

while men in ugly suits

with tricky words

place bets upon

the end game

and gnaw the meat

of victory until it

is tasteless,

and those with

meager means,

still hope and dream

of miraculous salvation?

The temptation to toss in the towel

and wave the white flag is strong,

but the towel is sweat stained

and the flag blood soaked…

so we float on the river,

avoiding the waste,

enjoying the taste

of freedom it offers…

and breathe…

until we reach the blessed shore

and climb the rocks to Nevermore.

Copyright words and images Cheryl K Pennington 2023

When all that remains is hope, we realize it was our greatest weapon to begin with.

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This post is part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt Visit her blog to check out other great posts.Today’s prompt was using mete/meet/meat any way you choose. Bonus points for all three!