
I can see it
I can feel it
Doors closing
Walls crumbling
Everything
Collapsing
All around me
Silence
Desolation
Darkness
Light fading
No hope
No cry for help
Not even
A whisper
No one cares
Anyhow
Not even
Me
ยฉ2025, The Beginning At Last

I can see it
I can feel it
Doors closing
Walls crumbling
Everything
Collapsing
All around me
Silence
Desolation
Darkness
Light fading
No hope
No cry for help
Not even
A whisper
No one cares
Anyhow
Not even
Me
ยฉ2025, The Beginning At Last
Stunning image. The poem captures a bit of how I am feeling at the moment about life in the good old USA.
Anxiety, depression. Yes, that’s kind of where I was driving from when I wrote it. That quiet feeling of desolation ๐
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Telling, and well-written, but we know it isn’t true. I care about you, and I’m one of the many.
The valley is a dark place but not a forever place and there are angels everywhere, who care.
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