Agony
These days I feel agony
But it's a privileged agony
The kind I can turn away from
The kind I can block on my phone
The kind I can look at and say
That's enough for today
But if I don't engage with this privilege
If I don't take the mercies afforded to me
Then it's my fault
A choir of banshees
Unable or unwilling to reconcile what's wrong
In favor of shouting down the opposition
I'm worried that could be me
Consumed
Transformed
Another banshee, screaming, never hearing
But what is there to hear
What can you say to me that will make this worth it
The pain
The betrayal
The disappointment
The agony
The agony
O, The
I think it's best if we stop talking about this