If I suddenly cry
please do not be alarmed.
It passes like a thundercloud,
and leaves
unsullied skies.
Sadness sneaks,
and jumps out from behind
ordinary things
(is anything ordinary anymore?)
to beleaguer your soul.
It is not so much
that I am sad,
rather simply overwhelmed
by this paradigm shift
to some Lovecraftian dystopia.
If I suddenly cry
kindly know it will pass,
and I shall momentarily be distracted
either by something slight and shiny,
or perhaps unimaginably horrific.
1 comment:
A very poignant observation on the situation we're in.
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