As the world comes apart

Eyes gleam in darkness want to kill us
To pierce our air-conditioned haze
Our false bubble
To let the world in, sweating and congested

Fingers feel for our weakness
Always creeping back though smashed
And smashed with force
Without a center
Without remorse

The scramble to survive:
All life washing in a tide
Against the stanchions of America
Almost sinking this fragile boat
As history rages stronger

Share on Facebook0Tweet about this on TwitterShare on Reddit0Pin on Pinterest0Email this to someone

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*