If I were you I'd not allow those dark fears
to storm through your mind like sharp claws
scratching at the unreality of the weary
hours in the strange ragged days. The dying
sun sinks into the unforgiving horizon, as
you wade into the cold metaphoric ocean's
tide ebbing in the shallows of humanity's
sorrows. You sense that modern man is
becoming debased, and is nothing more than
greedy fingers pulling, scraping at
humanness, forgetting empathy, and
kindness. You fear that dishonesty is
destroying that which is most human, and
leaving time tinted with despair. You fear
that every breath is filled with visions of
loathing, and anger; and no longer is there
morality left, tarnished scruples spewing
upon the pavements as corrupted souls duel
for wealth, and power. And even though you
might be right, your soul is turning dark as
you allow the fears to become your reality.
