A Poem: What to Do Next

 

 

next. 

when I heard

I was not at a loss for words

I had a lot to say

I had a lot to feel

But I was at a loss

What to do. next.

the walls were mocking me to punch them

my tongue was putting on his sneakers,

to run a marathon of dirty words

my ears were socks,

soaking up all the puddles of media and soot filled gun shots.

But I was at a loss

What to do. next.

so i got my pain

and wrote on an index card.

over and over.

over and over.

fear is what they seek 

courage is what they fear. 

fear is what they seek

courage is what they fear

fear is what they seek 

courage is what they fear…

until I put down my pen

and my pain

walked outside

seeing the lost in the heavenly clouds

and holding my chin up for them

and my chest up for those in the past

and my hands out in courageous service

because the world can be better

if you know what to do next.

By Nicholas Bellacicco

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