Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.
The gnawing hunger...
Relentless and unforgiving
Withering and weakening
No second chances
And still nothing
Driven to produce
By faceless overlords
The Great Machines...
Now the same beast....
A coat of many colors
With a singular face
A noble gesture
When none other remains
A final release
As one falls...
Another fills the space
Production doesn’t slow
Day after day...
Night after night
Time without meaning
© 2019 Ralph Schwartz
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 01, 2019:
Very expressive and very well said
Dale J Ovenstone from South Wales UK on October 26, 2019:
I love this poem and so expressive, and can relate to.
Thanks for sharing
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on October 26, 2019:
Very well expressed, Ralph. The Government is really just like a machine that just goes right on doing the same thing no matter who is in control of it. Unfortunately the machine is outdated and needs to be totally replaced with a more efficient model.
Malik S Canty from Brooklyn, NY on October 25, 2019:
Your words carry powerful images behind them...Well said my fellow poet!
Tia Miller from Arkansas on October 25, 2019:
This is a nice poem, and it's very descriptive. I liked this a lot.