I fear it’s begun, the final stage,heralded by a rain bomb.As towns transform to reeking rubble,and people weep in the streets…
Does love rekindle? spark declines,ashes smoulder,hate and grime,clouds dissemble,heart’s incline,dissent dismembers,fond thoughts…
Today was another day. I try to be thankful for what I have.
Daylight’s fading, shadows creep into the room,