Irrelevance: Poetry


 It's the headache and heartache,
the grime and the game
that keeps driving you downward
while calling your name

It's all frustration and anger,
the worst of the pain
Approaching as a stranger
in shades of the rain

Then you've had enough,
of the thrill in the chase
Inside it's all screaming
from all the disgrace

There's a shout and lamenting,
an awareness of the fire
that I can swim with these sharks
or just sink in this mire

And they say there is
balm in Gilead:
I say there is Irrelevance.


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