Not just the absence of light
It’s much worse
An inhabited netherworld
Feel it immerse
You in lonely, forlorn
Raging storms
Of despair
Impecunious
Broken hopes
Beyond repair
To awake
The nightmare
And to dream
The escape
From desertification
You can’t cultivate
A thirst you can not sate
No, despite how the torrential
Rains inundate
The virulent,
Unruliest
Throngs of diseased
Masses begging
And praying
On prostrated knees
The gods still send their plagues
Further north from the jungle
As millions enslaved
Still
To climate-change hunger
Succumb to the rumbling of tummies
Imploding
The bloating unsightly
An air of foreboding
Still looms over me
Not a cloud in the sky
And when blinding
The sun in it
Opens my eyes
To a scenery
Stretching and rolling
Serenely
I can’t help but stare
And at peace
Give a sigh
I suppose there are places
Much worse
I could die