Gehenna [Day 22]

            I could force a sound

            accepting yawp
            or barbaric sigh

            the most compelling
            of human experience

            standing in a line
            the pothole path

            we take turns
            holding the sky

            no future, no past
            memories intermingle

            with dreams,
            forget their names

            at the end of the day
            half a hand of antibiotics

            sick with apathy
            sick with bloom

_{I used to work in DC and I went up there this past weekend to participate in the march, brought back a lot of memories of my time there and a lot of feelings of what it means to be a youth in the States.}

_{proven paradoxes: grateful is an understatement; grateful is an overstatement.}

_{Written for free-verse poetry maven @d-pend's revolutionary poetry initiative The 100 Day Poetry Challenge [Advanced Group] undertaken for Steemit School where @d-pend will be hosting a daily poetry show at 5 PM GMT.}