climate change, Dark moods, extinction, fake relity, Literature, love, Poem, poems, poetry, Uncategorized

As You slip into the climate change hole again

I am as empty as you

no talent for reality

money, mortgage, plans

mortgage sounds like morgue to me

it’s the fear of death which killed us

our spirit

but this emptiness loves you

it cares about you

no need to worry then

before it was

a grey-hate black madness

this emptiness is alive now somehow

and your voice is everything

let’s believe in it

you are the first person

who was able to

achieve anything in it

and even when I’m angry

it doesn’t mean a thing

love or climate change

love

please come back from the extinction

please

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