The Inappropriate

The Inappropriate

Years fighting back have taken their toll

Told being compassionate is inappropriate.

The smug use of a word for the soulless and thoughtless

Mark down and discarded for thinking of others.

The march to a savage broken world well on the way.

The one shining light is the two that fill your heart with love.

You think so long as they are safe, perhaps it time for me to sleep.

I don't want to be a empty drone unthinking, un-feeling, a human robot.

My time it seems is done so perhaps its time I was gone

But then I think of my two and how would they do.

So perhaps I must go on. I'm sorry for thinking this way.

Even the the strongest have weakest of moments.

So perhaps the ones who think they know better

could perhaps let me know when I'm not inappropriate.

Perhaps I'll just take a break instead of being broken.

Dream a sweet dream were all cares for all.

Martin Hickman©November 2018