It's outrageous! Infuriating!
Every life is a tragic arc,
and there's nothing to be done
to bend it otherwise.
Watching a train wreck
while on the train,
Our best hope?
To be
numb.
Write, delete, write, delete, write, delete...
That's how my morning is going.
It's how my life is going.
Write, delete, write, delete...
At the end, I'll be
a still cursor,
flashing, on
a blank
page.
Her fate written across the night sky
in squirming spectral greens and reds
the kids laying in the yard
watching with disbelief
Could it really be?
A life so short
and the end
coming
soon
You could spend hours pouring over
the encrypted book collection
at the old town library.
But when others have tried
and failed, why bother?
All has been lost:
We've misplaced
the one
key