Apocalyptic

Fires burn across the valley

Smoke blisters the eyes                                                    

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Strangles the throat

It feels apocalyptic

This year has brought

Great change

I see it all over

I don’t believe in the

Made up myth

Even if self-fulfilling story’s

Came to fruition

It would be business as usual

Change is hard, scary, and painful

It is the only constant

Its life

In those last moments

While my back lays

Sticky to black asphalt

When I take my last breath

Think my last thought

I want to know

I have loved  and lived