Sitting at Van Vorst,

I realize what I love the most

The sick ruminating of victimhood

makes me feel special in a world so misunderstood

How nice it feels to soak in my pool of wallow

and brood with every swallow

The spotlight of attention

on the poor me with no one to mention

I let my head hang

with disgrace since I cannot find the fang

Maybe it’s the way I was raised,

overprotected and praised

Made me feel like everything should always flow my way

and then shocked at the delay

Maybe it’s the convenience of my life,

sharpening adversity into a knife

Made me shy away from pain,

and grasp for comfort like the rain

It’s easier to crawl into the cave of solitude

than to light the fire of gratitude

It’s lonelier to accept our position in line

than to dream of intelligent design

When exactly was I promised

the life most calmest

No one said it would be easy,

so why do I expect everything so breezy

In their attempt to love us,

our parents gave us the room to fuss

Now our burdens are tough to bust,

we find it difficult to adjust

But what makes us strong,

is facing what is wrong

It’s the way of the wild

where nothing worth having is easily compiled

By Daniel Alvarez

Website: https://nooneonearth.com