Don't We All...

A pre-dawn chill runs up my spine

as the black and white cat meows at the door.

Another yawn hisses out of my wide-stretched jaws.

Too early,

and a little too late.

Too late to change,

meaningfully at least.

A sign on the wall screams,

“TAKE YOUR MEDS!”

Next to a poster that begs,

“I Want To Believe,”

Don’t we all...

Upon Our Feet

There’s not all that much left to believe in anymore.

For some time I thought it was me being

jaded.

Then I took a look around

and found

that there may not be all that much left

in which we can place our faith,

that sacred trust that what we hold dear,

that motley crew of convictions

we cling to out of righteousness and habit.

There may not be much left,

with the world wreathed in hellfire

as it so seems,

But that which is left to us to do is still worth doing.

So find some good to work towards

then do that thing to the best of your ability 

because if we all take one step in the right direction,

humanity will travel miles and miles

upon our feet.