Authored: July 17, 2025

It was always something beyond my reach
A deep sadness impinges vision 
The Sun has become a bulbous teardrop 
As if everything would become vapour
There were questions to be had, no answers given. 

We are broken, beyond disrepair 
We're holding on barely, 
I hear the cries of the crisis and the anger of the dreamless
We're in debt up to our eyeballs 
We're breaking at the seams 
And I had hoped for something more that never came. 

In the dead of night, the quietness gives way
In the last echoes of breath, the Sun let loose
Of the billions, under the uncaring weave of the Void 
The last hopes before silence befell.

He looked up to the sky and a wry smile on his lips
As his breath drew shorter and shorter
A revelation as vespers reached his ears 
And his mind that had held shelter let go.

The stock markets, the trading, the riches
The politicians, their ideologies, their lies 
The anger, the resentment, the sadness
Oh, the sadness that comprised the many
Would leave the mind and body and whither. 

To the shattering culmination that all that we held dear
Meant nothing in the end. 
We had fractured ourselves, siloed ourselves 
For nothing
For nothing. 

Somewhere these words would never end 
As they journeyed beyond.

"I just wanted to make you something beautiful."