Another Dreary Poem

Here I am

still wondering

the melancholy feels like

a warm wet blanket

smothering me

The classes in this free society

continue their daily war

Sometimes I feel like a medic

saving others

from their self-inflicted wounds

Today I'm the sick

I'm the stretcher-wearer

It's a hot day

and all I can do is lay here

 and let the I.V. of hope

drip through me