Waiting For A New World Poem by DM W

I shiver at night in an indifferent world:
Where elites violate the poets' harvest;
Where newspapers continue with their careless stories:
Targeting the dispossessed and the voiceless.

I'd like to tear this Age into intricate shreds
And put it back together again: imbue it with rich patterns.
I'm obsessed with objects that are dipped in light;
That counteract the darkness of these times.

My poems add form to life to compensate
For an inner emptiness and longing.
My poems are for the unseen & unborn
I await a new world that will receive me