Every Little Chance to Find an Answer

A Poem

Photo by Jorge Bermudez on Unsplash

oh, we think we’re just
the playthings of the gods —
and we take to charting the stars
just to look for the answers we seek

maybe there are no yes’s or no’s
in this grand story of the universe
where fire consumes all in its wake
while rainwater falls as poison

tell me a story to save my soul,
and maybe this time I’ll believe you
just to have some faith in something
bigger than myself, bigger than it all

the thieves in black suits dawdle
and polish their golden jets
while kids go hungry elsewhere
in a sphere that seems so far away

the news tells me horror stories
and rich men laugh behind the scenes
while young girls go lost in the woods
because home’s no longer safe

and I’m crying myself to sleep again
because loneliness feels like my drug
that leaves me addicted and afflicted
even as the world around me falls apart