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Untitled poem 24/02/2026

 

Untitled poem 24/02/2026

 

what do I know

what do I know

about everything

what do I know

about anything?

 

I am so scared

when I see reality

I need love

I cry

I am so alone

I am barely holding on

I need love

 

For once

I’m not talking glibly

I am scared

I am too alone

Lonely

bad

Friend

good

 

But yunno

people are a lot

I don’t know

I’ll ever find

Someone to love

 

& if I ever find

love that fits me well

or near a bloody nuff

 

I will be true

I will be true

With & to you

I need love

 

I don’t know

if I’ll ever be ready,

I’m a mess up

this temper of mine

I am nothing special

but no worse no better

I need love.

 

I talk with people

to learn something

I don’t know

 

not to sell

someone out

but to bring

us human family

together.

 

At life

I’m nothing special

I bite

the hand that feeds me

 

but at poems

& songs

I can at least

try & translate for

people who

will never speak

but have so much in common.

 

You think you’re different

I say you’re not

As Liz Stringer put it

we are all the same.

 

So why are we at war?

There are forces

that have us hating

each other

 

But if we’re honest

with each other

we would know that’s horseshit.

 

Yeah there are

some crooks

I’m a work in progress

I don’t know much

 

but I know I need love,

because when I love

we can ascend mountains

Ben Okri said that

 

I am just a translator

& please

I need love

 

I am scared

I am scared for me

scared for you

scared for us all

 

Because I want love

just one more time

before my time is done

 

Please don’t starve me

because I am poor

please don’t starve us

& turn the world to war.

 

What do I know my dear

What do you hear?

 

Problem is:

when you love someone

you must betray enough

so at odds we are

 

A divided world

Of people

Who are all the same.

 

I’ve lost my tribe

excommunicated

like my late mother

 

I am an exile

I am no one

 

I am fear

 

might be easier

if I was queer,

 

but I ache

 

For you

woman

 

I burn all hell

In a handbucket

for you

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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