Silently my words fall upon the dawn
I’ve been writing all night with fervent delight
My mind hollows itself through this pen
The echoing thoughts that reverberate
Evolving the emotion that spills from my head
To articulate
To express
To explore
To implore
Even when you think you’re going crazy performing
Soliloquies to yourself
At 3am
This poetic ego will not stop
This energy
That sends my mind
Up to the highest heights
And the lowest lows
Can all be contained
On a page
To gauge an emotion
To the devotion of words
And what they embolden
What is hidden in fear
Will one day hold you
In prose
In between your warm toes
As you sit in the bath
To let go
Through the nib of a pen
And relish what the ink releases
Similes create serotonin
Superlatives hold the truth
Contradiction and alliteration
Subjectives and suffixes
That indicate the infinite
Repentances through sentences
For all of your sins
For all of your loves
For all of your dreams floating up above
Your daily existence
Imagination is limitless
Reality is what ground us
As we search for meaning
In these murky streets
This pre Brexit landscape
Chimes with the bells of dystopia
Wicked in this dawn light
Industry churns
Economy burns
The vulnerable yearn
The greedy never learn
In their blinded, self inflicted
Struggles Sisyphean
And the words, the words just keep coming
As the political class
Spout chaos in spasms
Widening future chasms
Of war
In the name of the free market
They are all con artists
Bleak is the mid winter they said
Bleaker still is the shattered future we see
These rants scurry across lined paper like ants
Testament and paramount to the poise of a pen
That lets the healing power begin
I am not lost on a page
Take my hand
I’ll show you what is within
Fuck it
I’ll share my story
As if we were kin
While the kings and queens
Wage for our dreams
Our culture can forge the future
The elected forgot the neglected
And Britain’s Brexit is burning bright
I can’t get away from the news
As populism looms in sight
And the masses shudder with uncertainty and urgently
Worry what is to come
Will nothing relieve us
Of the sins of our fathers
My solace is contained on this page
An emotional stage
Where humility kisses vanity
And our egos mock us with a grin
The world just keeps on turning
And the page springs eternal
Opinions can be expressed
A day can be relayed
In a snippet
As this poem
Has just done here
This rant is over.
© Jack Nugent