The Poets Lamentation

Poetry is always a lost cause

No money no readers and

Very little encouragement

We poets are like the Albatros

Free in the Wind but lost

Onboard the ship that is

The rest of humanity

So, yes Baudelaire is right

We poets are not that good

In taking a fight

But here we are

This our time

On earth

Shaming

So the story goes

My friend has been shamed

On the internet tribune

There is no justice

Anymore, just opinions

Anyone, anywhere

With or without reason

Entertainment for the masses

Destruction for the community

But life is more than that

Or not

Presense

Inside myself

Inside my mind

Outside

The other people

Around me

Function and dysfunction

All around

This does not matter

Because I am here now

For good or bad in

This dreamy world

Of gray clouds

The Now And Here

I am here

Lost in this moment in time

With all it’s grief and misery

All it’s good and wonderful

Opportunities of the humankind

Still the white snow and human

Anxiety covers my world and limits

My action

Choice

I did not choose

This life

This life

Choosed me

To be in it

And here I am

Not knowing

What to do