I Can't Do This

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J Hirtle writes about faith and addiction, exploring how the two intertwine seamlessly. His book, “Going Numb” tells the story of life with an addict. His poetry is a somber passage into the world  [+]

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I can’t do this today

Peering through dirty windows at citizens hiding

behind shells made of unconvincing paper

Masking unspoken fears, unshaven faces, and unrealized


As I sip on day old coffee

Listening to church bells ring meaningless summons

And politicians competing to weave the biggest lie

As the forgotten ones stand in lines separated by social space

To acquire food with borrowed money on borrowed time

From vendors looted the night before

Under the glow of burning cars, burning buildings, burning life

Streets filled with hate for brothers and sisters whose skin is

Darker, whiter, different

I can’t do this again

Sitting hour after hour

Watching, waiting


Behind broken memories

Wondering where you are

Everywhere I look

You are not there

I can’t do this


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Jim · ago
Thank you Tony. I read your piece and voted (alas, only 1 allowed for newbies). Good luck with your writing.
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Tony Martello · ago
thank you, Jim. Your vote helped me make it to the next round if you want to continue your support feel free to vote for it a second time. The stories that made it are: "Maize of Color" and "Green Springs" I appreciate it! Tony
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Tony Martello · ago
I hear ya, Jim. It makes no sense yet we do it. Great poem, I felt like it was a conversation. My full support-5 votes. Check out my entry, "Maize of Color" in the short fiction category, and vote if you like it! Tony