Today’s Madness Becoming Tomorrow’s….
by Odin Roark

As darkest nights
become darker,

As still air
begins to suffocate,

As no light
offers blinded foresight,

We embrace our inner betrayal.

We convince ourselves
so much is insane,
we leave but to crane our necks,
look once again
over our shoulder
and ask…
what happened?

So says the child watching from a distance
the one we’re leaving behind,
the one gripping tight to Innocent’s hand,
hoping another lost dream
is not tomorrow’s madness becoming.

Oh, to be conscious as a child today.