Social Renaissance

I hate waiting– with impatient breath

I cannot tame the rage I irrationally make.

Doom and gloom are my favorite fate

an escape from reality when I am caught up–

what is there to do, but wait?

For an end to a means, or even destiny

to accumulate in one long moment

that might demonstrate existential importance,

maybe that’s what I’m waiting for–

an epiphany to explain what it means to be,

a truth that comes from the consequence of being

rather than seeming to see enlightenment.

A revolution that revolves around social conscious–

the act of caring past the current moment,

perhaps, that is what we need.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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