Sunken is the light that feeds the soul

An acrostic poem

Photo by G.A. Botero

Everything is dark as shit; we are all
clinging for the last bit of light.
Long gone are the days when we were all sunny,
innocent and free from the war of hate that consumes us.
Perpetual cataclysmic is the new normal.
Sunken is the light that feeds the soul; let’s
elope to a different time and see the light again.

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Originally published on Medium on 2024-05-12.