Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


there is no magic
in this sad world;
my wishes
never come true.
i am forced
to labor for
all i desire,
and even that
is often not enough.
this world
has no heart.
pretending some god
might be decent to me
now & then
regardless of how hard
i pray –
i might as well
piss into the wind.
i am lucky
to have
what i do have:
enough to get by
and a bit extra.
in this sad world,
wishing for more,
praying for more,
undermines the first step
towards getting
what i really need,
even if
it isn’t more.

©TA Barnhart January 2, 2022