The first time I saw her
she hung overhead
an apparition in a dream
that I woke from
in a cold sweat.
The second time I saw her
was from the corner of my eye
a movement in the window pane
as light bled from the sky.
The third time I saw her
was from the mirror on the wall
a visage just like my own
and with less joy.
The last time I saw her
I was pressed beneath the ground
mouth open in silent screams
as the doppelganger took over my life.
When did it become the norm?
To sell votes for favors……
to sell salvation for dollars…..
to degrade children
allowing them to fall through the cracks
lost and alone
while their parents are terrorized?
When did time change so much?
That morals sit in the bin
taken out with the trash?
That freedoms fought so hard for
can be torched in a moment?
When did truth become a slippery slope?
When did mans lies become legitimate facts?
When did the values, the mores I remember
that they no longer can be found?
I weep for those times passed
mourning the loss of simpler times
when the world was not threatening to shatter.
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