¶ We All Die Alone ¶

-Those before me- | Practice

Yorikaze-Kochiko | Poem 16 | Test/practice

Those before me

A thirst that cannot be quenched ever so easily floods contaminating my veins.

A yearning for something other than a bare wall stained with buried memories.

Layers upon layers of those whom put their soul and heart into creating a

desirable household, safe haven even.

Letters that consist of sorrowful times paired with ones that were oh so desperate!

Society's violence hammering the mind slowly piercing one's skin with nails seeping deeper and deeper tearing past the epidermis.

Shots and bangs consume the air sounding all of this tearful planet creating such a ruckus those who cannot hear will be overtaken by these shots.

A deep crimson liquid slowly runs down a ghostly pale cheek; staining their face red.

Screams of terror emit from a group circling and weaving around buildings rushing towards the violent scene at hand.

Business doors slam shut, greedy hand push and grab necessary items for survival. Yet, is it that vital-so vital that metallic items are threateningly raised to one's head and jagged shards of crystals are lined up to frail skin?

Explicit music booms throughout crowds of people. Arms are thrown in the air while red plastic cups are set down, bottoms up.

When the air is contaminated and the breeze carries the lingering conversation...are we expected to suffocate and suppress not only our voices but all we love and long for?

Yet, in the midst of never-ending chaos, we have learned things that before we could only dream of.

Unity is now more important than ever, they say, "Even though we are unable to be right next to each other, let's become one as a community and push through these tough times."

I can only imagine how life will be years from now like those before me did the same.

Will this twisted cruel world ever change for the better?

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-This is about the riots, shootings, toilet paper incident, business doors closing, and the masks, having to stay home, etc.