A Hunger for Simplicity

Death's hanging on air. It permeates dialogue.

It’s in patterns of their Newspeak.

Media reeks of it.

Misreading fine print.

Lamplights dangle like glowering

vulture necks.

Today we walk with this heavy shuffle of the shoes.

Tonight we shiver under mountains of worries and what-ifs...

The shadow stretches down forbidden streets

where feet traffic has long been barred.

The stone starts to roll down the hill and gather speed quickly.

Vegetation becomes embeded in it’s grey belly as it rolls on.

I wonder when I’ll see another day that resembles the days of before...

...when worries were a simple breed...

A hunger for simplicity...

The stone continues to roll and pick up nightmares,

we see a giant darkness that is cast over the valley...

When will we be free again?...

Were we ever free before?...

Questions come and dance like rain

down upon our window-pane.

©

3/23/20

Fallen Sparrow (Alessa Cleanse)

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