FORCEABLE SURRENDER

Looking out from the bomb shelter, I subconsciously stared into the nearly shorched sky and entertained shadows of my life’s past atrocities; as they boldly passed through my mind…

Projecting erily the default settings of each of my overly developed characteristics, which will one day enviably be the reason I will die, it became most awkwardly clear to me…

I’m flawed.

Be it ever so vain of me to speak of renaissance days of my beauty’s past…

Those days simply don’t exist…

Anymore…

Neither does the society of the The Insanely Wealthy, The Arrogantly Rich, The Entitled Middle class, and The Dispicably Poor…

Now, there only remains Us and Them…

Burnt asphalt and rocky Roads…

Disparity and Contention…

Love and Hate…

Black and White…

The clear essence of an entity unknown…

Unsearched and relentlessly unforgiven.

As this final thought was spoken, I decided to close my eyes, ears, and heart. I closed the gateway to the threshold and continued to live in the fake, false, and the emotionally negligent world of the NEW ERA.