Currently Discombobulated
In the hush of frazzled breaths,
where silence screams in crowded streets,
we stand, disjointed, lost in steps
of a dance we never learned.
Eyes wide in shock, we gaze upon
a world unspooling, thread by thread,
each twist and turn, a shocking spawn
of chaos, uninvited, spread.
Awe, not of beauty, but of dread,
as skies weep acid, oceans choke,
forests whisper tales of the dead,
in languages of ash and smoke.
Yet, amid this awful stage,
a hope flickers, fragile, thin,
that from this disconnected rage,
a new connection might begin.
Drew Frederic