""Existential
Depression""
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Friday, August 26th, 4:40 a.m. pdt
It used to be hard
now is it easy
?
Memorials, testimonials, territorial comeuppance
Peacemeal settings unsubstantiated
The spinning globe gets a hiccup
hundreds of thousands perish
as it is ever shall it be
and God forgive a wretch like me
the days
portend
or do they only pretend
?
Slippages in time's ever changing ritual
Burning ashes washing clean
My poor planet aches incredible
people carry on wholesale
as it was can it survive
willing history dead or alive
It used
to be hard
now I succumb daily
yes
newsprint on the hands
dripping like broken bloodvessels
into the ether of existence
cry to Heaven with a purpose
open mouthed and ready
for
existential
depression
to
depart
but
never does the
ecstasy
and fullness
start
It used
to be hard
now it is easy
?
?
too easy to shed
an ocean for humanity
again
Poetry
2005
