Losing Light
by Michael Doyle

In modern life's twist
Where nothing is missed
We earn by the moment
Felt in every torment

Exposing our inner soul
To continuously extol
That which wins the money
False tears seem funny

Reborn into a hard day's night
It's the hurt exposed to light
When forced for eight days a week
To find something new to speak

Trained to lie, forced to cry
All for the glory of the camera's eye
Influencers have gone far too far
To be social media's darling star

Wickedness might lead to some dramedy
But the worst is played out in the family
When a child is deprived of individuality
Might that be bordering on brutality?

Losing light becomes the sacrifice
Cruelly clinging to the artifice
Of pretending something that is not
Wile true motherhood cannot be forgot

(c) April 8, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved