Whiching Hour

I open my eyes

To a world of horror and pain

Wars sundering nations, people

Greed separating “haves” from “have-nots”

Privilege and power oppressing those “different”

Poverty starving the life out of families, children

Hatred dividing us

Violence killing us

Our way of existence destroying the planet

The only escape: sleep

I close my eyes

I open my eyes

To a land of want and deprivation

Spectral forms haunt the shadows

Pursuing, devouring the huddled masses

Existence futile, meaningless, unfulfilling

Tortured souls left bereft, hollow, by the absence of love

Hopelessness

Helplessness

Eternity as a smoking, denuded plain

The only escape: sleep

I close my eyes

And ask myself at the dreaded hour:

Which is reality?

And which nightmare?

By Mike Turner

From: United States

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