The smileless apocalypse.
I have a feeling that at some point,
near or far,
there will be a massive monsoon of exhumation for the world.
It will reach all corners,
and perhaps,
even in the slightest way,
everyone will feel a dent in the clutter of their minds be made,
Maybe the bad blood will finally be shed,
and everything that is meant to end shall.
I no longer necessarily care how it needs to hurt,
or how I may need to grieve.
However, I long for all of these ills to be strangled out of me
like sticky soda being rung out of a towel from a spill.
I must need about fifteen towels at this point.
I can't soak all of it up.
But with the few drops that undulate from my eyes,
I will allow an entire ocean to be swept away with the backs of my hands.
I will part whatever seas I may need to in order to survive
this crazed apocolypse in which pleasant smiles have run for cover.
I may not wear my grin, but I will have the weakest glimmer of hope lit
in a corner where no one else has any business being in.
I will use it as reading light to learn how to slowly make a regurgitation of my spirits.
It will be slow and agonizing to the very end.
But I trust that it will be worth every ounce of suffering that I may need to endure.
I will drag my pounds of pent-up sewage and throw it into a volcano.
I will realize that it was unecessary to carry and I will walk with empty hands.
Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.