United States of Weeds

 

Tossing and turning

I slept with uncertainty..

Awoke in a cold sweat

awash in anxiety..

At the end of that black night
the morning arrived right on time..

But instead of bringing

much needed light
the dawn revealed 

a deeper depth of darkness..

All previous illumination devices

in our house so badly divided

were cracked and beyond repair..

We collectively cursed

the new reality nightmare..

This perpetual storm
would now be the new norm
as unpleasant truth we long ignored
knocked down our denial door..

The somber dirge of our dissolution

would be a familiar tragic refrain..

The false sense of security

in a decaying foundation

of once mighty institutions

we stubbornly believed in..

No match for the withering weeds

that suffocates misplaced trust

cause in the end

there were more of them

than there were of us