Doomsday.
Another virtually literal apocalypse,
Dragging us into herd-like panic,
A panic seen most commonly,
In truth,
On muddy riverbanks,
Near crocodile-infested waters.
Psychosomatic symptoms,
Swirling soundlessly in my stomach,
Seriously smothering my soul,
Surrounding my sanity,
Screaming,
"Surrender!"
Mental media manipulations,
Mucking up my mind,
Mostly malarkey,
Maybe measurable,
Medicinal mapping,
Meaning militant measures,
Meted out in maximum manic milieu.
In the dark,
It's hard not to feel like we're all sick,
Or about to be,
Or have been,
Or will be,
Always.
It's hard to remember,
That in fact,
It's all just temporary.
3-13-2020
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