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.