Just Passing Through

Passing through for a short time Just stopped in to tell you “Hey”, nothing specific on my mind. Haven’t had much to say. Been over a year since I wrote a single word, or been able to finish a complete thought. My mind been cloudy in a fog, distracted and distraught. Trepidation hovers closely apprehensive of my life feeling the future isn’t promising, Often filled with stress and strife. Somedays my thoughts abandon me, like my ex-lover who still owes me money Five hundred if I recall. When I see him again, it will not be very funny. Inflation kicking my ass, Bills feels like they will never go away. Got the roof fixed just last month Seems it’s something new everyday. So how you been? I hope all has been well. Looks like you gained a little weight. Me too, four or five pounds, Ok, more like eight. My aunt recently died of cancer. The family’s matriarch is dead. She passed with loved one’s all around her, in the sanctuary of her own bed. This world is strange and scary Innocent lives cut short Nineteen children died senselessly, with a weapon that was easily brought. Wars declared by mad men Mental health issues on the rise Politicians meant to protect us But instead, they fill us with lies. All this killing has me fearful while Exxon Mobil needs to go to jail I pray that people hearts amend, and humanity doesn’t fail. But I loved your last poem. It was music to my ears. Glad you're writing is going so well, over this last complicated year. I hope the COVID didn’t affect you, the Monkey pox's or whatever’s new. Stay safe, be happy, be content, been awfully good talking to you, Trying to think what’s for dinner, and don’t know when you’ll hear from me again. Until next time, it’s been real. Peace and love to all my poetry friends.