Nobody Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Nobody.

No one

has ever created a

proper system

to fix the hassle

of existing.

I reach like an insect

for the flag I was

born under.

Hoping the red and white

will define my purpose on

the planet.

I tear the material

when I realize it is worthless.

It's a plastic symbol

of an artificial place

that does not exist outside

of human imagination.

Which label to apply?

Which force field

to use to protect me?

So many voices screaming

against one another!

So many feet marching

to so many politically correct causes.

What causes are the right ones?

Which are the wrong?

Implanted values and

coerced agreements.

Interior devaluation

and exterior

alignments.

Nobody has

ever provided

the proper way

to live

a life of growth.

No one cares to

move beyond the

walls they've allowed

to be put around them.

If I take a step

in the right direction,

I will be walking

closer to me.