WHAT IT’S LIKE
(6th of January 2021, a Wednesday)
Here is what it’s like:
You’re standing
on the cliff’s edge
over a deep
dry canyon
of reds and greys
and someone,
someone evil,
a mischief god,
grabs the tail of your shirt
with one hand
and with the other
shoves you forward
so you are left
dangling
over the chasm,
terrified,
at their mercy.
Or like this:
You’re walking
through a crowded plaza
in the town
where you live.
You’ve done this
10,000 times
without a single
thought of fear.
But now
you think,
“Some of these people
are trying to kill me.
It could be
any
one
of them.”
Or this:
You wake up
one morning
and find the people
you’ve known and loved
all your life
have been seduced
by the power
of a dark wizard’s spell
and you’ve no idea,
none at all,
how to free them.
And now
they are setting
the world
on fire.
I stand upon the wall
and weep.
I sing out over the city,
begging the hearts there
not to darken,
not to turn
into violence.
But they are not willing.
Have mercy now.
We’ve been tricked, you see.
We’ve all been conned.
And all the wealth
of who we could be
is being stolen
right under our noses,
right before our eyes.
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