November 8, 2024

fallout

By Kat Myrman 
fallout

everything changed 
nothing changed
i stand at the edge
of despair unable to exhale
shrouded in the dread 
of threatened promises 
unleashed by ignorance,
the stench of hate dripping 
from the rafters amidst 
wind-raped, naked trees
loss of daylight adding 
insult to undeserved misery
a chill, an ungodly silence
cups my ears like a sonic boom
no one hears my screams…
even if they did, they’d revel
in my suffering, the transaction 
of wholesale soul acquisition is
complete, bloodthirsty monsters
wielding the sickle to collect
a harvest sown by lies 
justice buried alive under the heap
I’m fading to black, 
clinging to embers of hope
flickering in the wake of rage 
faint glimpses of love, compassion, 
kindness, and truth to keep me 
as winter approaches swiftly 
from the four corners, everything 
in its season…to sleep…to dream
spring is coming, she’s coming  
she’s coming…right?
this little light of mine
I’m gonna let it shine
let it shine
let it shine
let it
shine

-kat-

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