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Confronting crisis,
clamour of catastrophe
ev’rywhere abounds.
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It’s too much for me.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, now!
Too close for comfort.
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I turn the news off;
overdose of disaster
needs gentle relief.
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Stuck in amber tones,
golden honey of silence
slides into my soul.
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Author Notes
Author's Note:
While it is important to keep informed, sometimes the news can feel overwhelming, especially hearing the terrible statistics of deaths elsewhere.
I often find comfort in silence, but too much of that can be a mood-downer as well - it can make me feel like an insect stuck in amber, in suspended animation.
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