darkness hangs...
darkness hangs
in mystery
of the day's
follow
rain
or shine
a December
day
chilly
raw
yet spring
green
inching through
the straw
holidays
in crisis
in chaos
in hardship
knowing
upon the storm
grows change
much
to do about nothing
or will
the suffering
extend beyond
the few
a deeper cut
into the flesh
of societal panic
warranted
in the hype
the danger
the lack
there of
everything
we know
as comfort
for granted
deserving
a right
as some
of the rabble
scream
as they
loot
burn
destroy
on cue
how far
will the charade
play out
nuclear
seems unlikely
starvation
high
on the list
certainly
death
and mayhem
maybe so
those rurally
speaking
far better off
urbana critical
too many
too little of
what is consumed
daily
conflicts unfortunate
for no preparation
worthy
of success
leaders know
preppers know
many civilians
know too
harms way
inevitable
too big
to resist
to widespread
to be safe
by design
uncontrollable
these thoughts
of grave danger
spark
in the light
of a single
candle
aflame
a pup
games attention
oblivious
as
darkness hangs
in mystery
of the day's
follow
