You know, I just realized something,
I hate writing sad things.
Like really hate it.
Almost despise actually.
Not because of a titular "Oh the world is so unfair why can't we be happy instead?!"
But just,
When something is genuinely awful,
A feeling that brings you a pit,
Or a rut,
Or a hole that leads from your left temple to your right,
It's not worth writing about.
It's not worth typing or writing out message after message,
Moving fonts around like Legos to wrap around tightly for words like mourning or rotting.
Trying to make a picture and singsong tune tied to a corpse of someone you knew.
Like applying a motivational speech to cure an open artery.
It just doesn't seem genuine.
Because after all the poetic flourishes;
The cutesy stanzas and the silly rhyming styles,
Attached neatly onto subjects of grief and r×pe,
Segregation and betrayal,
All you're left with in the end,
Is the realization of why you're writing it in the first place.
The reminder that it's real,
That it happened and that it'll happen again.
Just writing about another fact of life like the sky being blue.
And the end question of what do you do now;
Just a bad feeling.
But maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe that's why it's poetry.
Maybe there's meaning in that.
H×ll if I know.
I just wish we didn't see it all the time.