No dial tone

No dial tone
on our humanity –
it is on hold
proverbially,
esoterically
logically devoid
from the milk of
human kindness –
no calls taken,
no clicking over –
as we exist
on time thats
borrowed…
the sorrow builds
as we choose
not to yield,
to our angels of
higher persuasion –
we don’t speak
in those frequencies
of discourse,
as we are divorced
from the notions
of elevation…
far be it
for the swarthy
to take the call
from a higher power…
in our darkest hours,
as we’ve grown
callous, sour and jaded
beholdened
to notions of
defeat
against
the backdrop…
of no dial tone
alas it is no one home
in these jungles
of inhumanity.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes