Nicole Johnson

Sometimes no matter how hard you try,
watering the lawn won’t bring back the grass.

A swift bang against the surface won’t bring back common sense.

We try to do right in this world, but what does that even mean?

We are at a cross-road

Eyes gazing forward as the light turns green.

The anguish is building as the sand fills in.

Our feet grounded with nowhere to go.

We have slipped into our subconscious, eyes glossed over.

No one is home within this soulless cell.

We try so hard to please those closest to us, but end up failing in the process.

Our barriers are up and no one is willing to budge.

We talk, but no one listens.

When will enough be simply enough?

You say I won’t survive without you, but you’ve never seen me run.

I will have to thank you someday, this has been real fun.

So until then flip on your T.V and watch me on the news.