By Rick McVicar
The land between my ears
Is full of forests and fears
With bears foraging for food,
Skunks spraying on this fool.
Children are dying in Ukraine,
May their deaths not be in vain.
There’s talk of World War Three
Nukes never made us free.
Anxiety and dread abound,
I long for a peaceful sound
That will calm a rattlesnake
Following a pandemic full of death.
Loggers with chainsaws clear out
The thick forest in my head.
I long for the lush greenery
And the sweet smell of pine scent.
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Writing poetry helps me deal with current events in the news as part of my own brain health recovery. Please feel free to comment or share on social media. If you have poetry you would like to submit for publication, then contact Rick McVicar through the Contact page.