2016

A time of reckoning,
we witness
the unexpected
departures
with no promise of return.

The epoch of wisdom dies.
The lingering emptiness
within the corners
of the mind.

Reasons trapped
in a bottle;
drifting
along the currents.

War
on the horizon,
the heavy
fog of accusations
make it difficult
to breathe.

We have lost
our paper
and we cannot find
our pens;
our history is unaccounted
and lost
within the fairytales.

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