It’s not a new beginning
There isn’t time for you to cope
It is a poor conclusion
To a story full of hope
There is no way to hurt them
There is no shame that they can feel
The moral ground they stand on
Warps away to the surreal
There’s such a deep exhaustion
The weight we’re bearing til we break
The load is more than Atlas
Or even Superman could take
But it’s not a siren’s blare
It’s just a little buzz
My pocket is used to all this news
No matter what he does
The longer it takes to feel the rain
Irradiate the air
The slower the dance becomes
And the less we seem to care
© July 2018
Excuse my dark humor.
The Favoring Wind 