day zero
the in between—
when it hasn’t quite sunk in
yet you stand at the edge of an awakening
you wish you never had
through blaring thoughts and bleak musings
i say
it’s but a dream
only, it’s not

day zero
the nostalgia of what once was
and has been
yet can never again be
ultimately, it’s not the fear of where i am
but that of uncertainty
that of where i’m supposed to be

day zero
denial in every corner of my mind
with no way of picking the truth apart from lies
those told by leaders, those told by us
“it will all be over soon”
times are turbulent
but that on which my hope is anchored
is not

day zero
i am tired
tired of anticipating what inevitably is to come
when i say im tired,
i mean
i'm exhausted
of the way things are handled and the
direction things have gone
why
that at such a time
all that's been done is less good
more harm
but trust that there’s always
a ray of sunshine
a silver lining
behind the clouds—
that at such a time
let it shine

day zero
the clock strikes one
one, two, three
then a couple thousand
the clock strikes two,
two, three, four
no one goes out the door
the clock strikes three,
three, four, five
terminate those who fight
the clock strikes four,
four, five, six
it has come to this

day one—
it is here.