It hurts whenever I get curious,
so furious about what's happening down the block.
Crime and disorder,
Turns teens to warriors,
Turns me toward a mindset that's fraught with
detachment
and distraction.
This is a policy
adhered to flawlessly
and honestly it dawns on me: it's swallowing my thoughts.
This form of self-protection,
medicated to perfection,
has sedated my connection to the self and brought on this
detachment.
It can't be healthy,
this segregation.
A mind in compartments.
Complete separation;
not equal.
No thoughts renewed;
no sequel.
Placed out of view.
It's so easy to mislead me.
There's safety at arms length.
Seems to be our strength
as people.
Unabashed.
A lost connection.
The server crashed.
The wifi, my mind, has fried in fact,
I find no line to trace it back.
Not sure I'd do it if I could.
Not sure I'd know it if I should.
Not just my surroundings.
It's ever-bounding.
Anxiety tastes like a lake when your drowning.
That's why I'm frowning on the train,
all alone my face looking pained
by effort to train
a mind to gerrymander what it restricts like Cook County districts.
Keep one side secret from what is the realest.
Close it. Don't peep it. You don't have to feel it.
Don't have to see what would easily be the
key to defeat the progress you've reached.
You've finally beat it.
But you're still in that lake so don't breathe in.
Recall that empathy,
if allowed to linger overhead
will flood the banks of the lake
and make you struggle to remember
that rain is a necessary part of sustaining life.
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