If only the words flowed effortlessly
Flowed liquid inspiration from mind to hand to pen to page
Flowed like molten rage at state of society blindly following latest manufactured anti-mask outrage
Flowed like blood from rubber bullet eye shots
Like blood from innocents shot by corrupt cops
Wish I could stop, focus on the beauty of existence
Instead of oppression and pandemic statistics
Wish the words flowed as happy and inspired
Instead of portraying situations dire
But so it goes
Just wish there was another way to flow
I agree with this. My poems too are mostly depressing. 😀