We’re So Blessed, And We Don’t Even Know It (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!!!

  • We’re so blessed,
  • and we don’t even know it.
  • A boring day or not,
  • is just blissful as any day,
  • and we don’t even know it.
  • Meanwhile, thunder shrieks from afar,
  • lightning strikes helpless bodies on the ground,
  • men and women are falling down hard,
  • red blood soaks the ground,
  • yesterday fresh corpses decompose under the sun,
  • today corpses are strewn among the yesterday ones,
  • they too begin to decompose all the same,
  • albeit, their today fresher than the yesterday ones,
  • metals impend badly disfigured corpses,
  • telling gruesome tales of yesterday men,
  • telling gruesome tales of yesterday women.
  • Meanwhile, the livings are leaving in droves,
  • they’re running away from the thunderous sound,
  • they’re running away from the treacherous, lightning ground,
  • for they fear they too may soon fall down hard,
  • with only few belongings they can hang on to dearly,
  • they’re making their way to a stranger’s land,
  • leaving their home in tears, yet they’re leaving,
  • knowing not when they can return home,
  • still, they’re leaving, running for their very lives,
  • for the thunder and lightning are too much to weather,
  • and so they’re running for their very lives,
  • out of cowardice or not they may be,
  • they’re running so they can live another day.
  • Meanwhile, yesterday memories are scattering,
  • they’re scattering among the wind,
  • the memory bearers are decomposing,
  • their silent corpses are fertilizing the bloody ground,
  • without the bearers, memories are whispering within the wind,
  • ghostly, whispering memories are echoing the loneliness in the air,
  • once beautiful ground is now tainted with soaking red blood,
  • telling gruesome tales of a sad yesterday,
  • among the tales there is one to be remembered,
  • a tale of a normal family that refused their reality,
  • as thunder was shrieking in the sky,
  • as lightning was striking the ground,
  • the family refused to run for their lives,
  • the members believed the thunder would end soon,
  • the members believed the lightning would end soon,
  • the family was right, but the lightning struck first,
  • lightning struck their home cooked meal,
  • lightning struck their heaven when the music was still playing,
  • lightning struck while the gossipers wanted a boring day,
  • chatting up with one another as if the day was boring,
  • nonetheless, the thunder was shrieking in the sky,
  • nonetheless, the lightning struck the ground harder,
  • not too long, not too long ago…
  • the family fell down hard onto the bloody ground,
  • it was then another sad, yesterday tale came to life.
  • Far from the treacherous, lightning ground,
  • we don’t even know how we’re so blessed,
  • on and on we complain about a boring day,
  • on and on we must fight over every little, boring thing,
  • on and on we care not for tomorrow,
  • on and on we care only for our very nose,
  • on and on we see others’ glamour as something,
  • on and on we talk of wars and not peace,
  • on and on we seek to overthrow a normal boring day,
  • and so we may have a more exciting day,
  • a day that is more exciting than the yesterday,
  • a day that is more nonsense than the yesterday,
  • a day that is simply glamorous,
  • a day that is simply about our very nose,
  • because we’re so blessed,
  • and we don’t even know it!
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