I was listening to "Where Does The Good Go" by Tegan and Sara, and it made me really nostalgic, and put me in the feels. I also needed to write a poem in a really short amount of time, and the song ended up being a great place to draw from. This is the result.
Where does the good go?
It’s a really good question,
And I don’t really know
Because it seems all the bad is consuming
The same as the sad, as the ugly, as the angry.
They persist and they thrive and we retreat and long for something else
Where, where does the good go?
Where does the good go?
It’s been nine years since Michael died,
But human nature is still very much alive,
And I’m still looking out across the night time,
And it’s just not as pretty and we’re not as good.
We hurt and we hate,
And there’s us and there’s they and them and we.
And it feels like no one sees
The good, where it is
Where does the good go?
Where does the good go?
I tried and I tried but I can’t look.
I can’t look at Joey anymore
My heart won’t let me
And something that used to be so good has turned
To such unbreakable bitterness.
And somewhere between looking at you
To see if you could look in my eyes to find me attractive,
I lost just how good you were, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to find it
I don’t know where it went.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
