Is this how it’s going to be?

Aggression sticks to everything, being the main cause of black rain
to erupt
from the once compliant sky—
words are fetal
for even fireflies can lose their light;
a mason jar filled with never to be read notes,
is this how it’s going to be?
Is this what we are expected to endure;
black-eyed susans ripped apart in hopes of puncturing equality—
it’s no mystery
where and what the pattern is pointing to; yet I defy by breathing
soft and steady.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Mystery, by Odilon Redon. Fair Use.

Day Ten ~ The Art of Odilon Redon.

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