My Last Poem

thinking this might be my last words on this site. Go ahead and share yours if you wish. Any words beyond this will be dark -- without hope. Why would I want to finish this story? to write a different one perhaps? it would be good to write a different story particularly since I dont have any way to predict the future mine or yours. I feel that the world of humans is disintergrating that we are overcome with different ideas and particularly love for our species of course this might be my vanity thinking my feelings represent everyone but then should I worry the world with my own dark thoughts? What is the purpose of sharing to let me dwell in self importance? to warn others of possible danger? to believe I have a special talent? I know I am not good at gathering news hard news. Things that have happened like WW 1 the commons or the takeover of power like Britain or Europe or Russia or the power of money over knowledge or the popularity of himself gating of the commons or the violence of misogyny racism capitalism the bank and emporers new clothes. Fame! Now that's another power! Media loves to hold up power as worthy of fame essential for news. Of course I could tell you whenever I feel good like winning the lottery or something! Something is better than nothing even in the spheer of public interest. Violence is newsworthy particularly if you are beautiful to look at. I know of people who are beautiful inside but this somehow doesnt get much air time. I understandy why (of course) air time is given to what sells what the reader longs for and sadly the meaning of life died before television .................