top of page

Safe In Our Comfort Castles

How the hell

Do we break this spell?


I can’t tell

What’s real . . .

What’s a big deal

And what is small fries


I can’t tell what is truth

And what is a lie . . .


Is this life good

Or bad?


How many children

Made my clothes?


How many chemicals

Are in my shit?


How much longer

Can we pretend America is great?


How many lithium mines

Are needed

To feed our phones?


And it all

Grows and grows and grows . . .


And even when it gets exposed

We stay at home

In our comfort castles

And just keep

Living

We keep going

Like none of it matters anymore

We are selfish

We exploit migrant workers

And child labor

To maintain

Our comfort castles

And no one

Wants to change . . .


How the hell

Do we break this spell?


-C.H.

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
It'll Be Alright

A genuine apology, the strength to forgive the unforgivable,  combined with the acceptance of the things that are out of our control, mixed with letting it all go, And, Poof! everything feels like it'

 
 
 
"Sleep strike!"

We used to stay on the phone  talking to each other for hours. And when I would get too tired,  despite the two hour time difference between us,  and try to get off the phone to get some sleep,  she’d

 
 
 
After The Moon Falls

The transmutation of someone else’s pain into:  light,     Into love,       Into art, It is a new concept for me.     To love unconditionally; To– . . . I don’t have this in me anymore.     I am not a

 
 
 

Comments


Post: Blog2_Post

©2021 by Clintwritingshit. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page