Monday, January 9, 2017
Worry has me awake,
Holding me firm, shaking me fast.
Nasty news of troubled times.
I try to tell myself it's always troubled times,
But this time it seems too terrible.
Dystopian novels seem presently prophetic.
I hope for fiction, a final page,
A happy ending.
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