Today has been a rough day. I think I’ll take a nap.
a heavy, humid wool
holding me down,
not a blanket of comfort
for restful sleep,
but one that strangled,
lungs failing to fully expand
as the minutes dragged on.
The hate was loud today:
the woman branding us idiots,
her walking partners
rolling eyes in synchronized disdain,
the men in giant trucks
idling at red lights,
screaming their leader’s name
with fist pumps and whoops,
while the clock wound tighter.
My soul was weary today,
shattered by years of lies
traded as gospel truth,
history twisted for power.
The filament exploded —
the bulb that held my light
now coated in a cloudy film,
facing a hazy future
where the clock is stopped.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-06-27 at 20:40
Tags Politics Truth Weariness
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Suffocated
The air was thick today,a heavy, humid wool
holding me down,
not a blanket of comfort
for restful sleep,
but one that strangled,
lungs failing to fully expand
as the minutes dragged on.
The hate was loud today:
the woman branding us idiots,
her walking partners
rolling eyes in synchronized disdain,
the men in giant trucks
idling at red lights,
screaming their leader’s name
with fist pumps and whoops,
while the clock wound tighter.
My soul was weary today,
shattered by years of lies
traded as gospel truth,
history twisted for power.
The filament exploded —
the bulb that held my light
now coated in a cloudy film,
facing a hazy future
where the clock is stopped.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 14 times
Written on 2026-06-27 at 20:40
Tags Politics Truth Weariness
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