Poems of the End (Pt. 1)
Every day, in the corners of my heart and mind
I drown in the inevitable flood that has yet to
Befall this nation.
I know what is coming and the following atmospheres.
I wake up and within minutes, the paranoia,
The dark presence looms and lurks,
Pacing back and forth thru my body
Like a starved tiger.
I know, for sure, one day we will see the
Systematic destruction in the offices and
In the streets beyond our windows.
People will be killing people and angry mobs will burn fires
Using what they stole from raiding your house.
Your sons, brothers and fathers will be blacklisted as terrorists, prosecuted, executed.
Mothers and daughters will fear for their lives
Only to be beaten, raped and killed before our
The veil is being lifted but
Mine was disintegrated long ago.
I have no internal peace anymore.
I live every day with a subtle smile
Portraying I am of stable mind and lifestyle.
But deep down, in those corners, before
I have already seen and done horrible things
During the flood,
To make sure my family does not have
Harm or death befall them.
Everyday, I wage war within myself regarding
Sanity and scenarios yet to come.
Deep down, I am fucking terrified.
So, if you see me out and about with a stressed brow and a lost gaze of thought,
Just know I am preparing for the future
Of horrors that you haven't a single clue of.
I envy all the "normal" people around me.
So grotesquely oblivious and blissfully ignorant.
Because one day, our cute little snapshot
Of comfortable modern America,
Is going to be blindsided by
Death, Blood, Ash, and Fire.
Quit simply put,
I am deeply fucking disturbed.
I've seen my prosecution and death
A thousand times, already.