Your life has been eclipsed by fear, I fear.
Didn’t you read about it over there?
And watch about it over here?
From the very day your thoughts could cohere
That time forever is an ending near.
I fear, you fear.
The endless supply, cut and clear.
A new disease austere.
Every couple of years.
The killers, the evil doers, mutineer!
The static is all you really hear.
You fear, I fear.
© Christopher Allen Breidinger
Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s
Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes”
Christopher Allen Breidinger
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