The Void

From the equinox through the solstice, I’ve watched the passing of each new moon. So much of my time spent in darkness. I don’t know what to think anymore.

It’s a disturbing notion.

The abortion of love and compassion gives life to relentless greed. I watched the death of strangers and felt the weight of grief. My mind can’t process this reality.

I keep losing the words of a prayer. The sky reveals a suppressed sadness; a pending tragedy. There is no finale.

I’m not ready; I wish this would end so I can sleep again.

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