Discombobulated

Hopeful hopelessness

Lost and profound

Searching unending for our promised land

We turn every way continuously

Looking desperately to each other

Hoping for a glimpse of understanding

Finding instead only a mirror

Reflecting a dull distracted disposition, disputing dimly,

Drastically, our own dreary dreadful dream

Discerning the dramatic destruction of the destroyer,

Being our disturbingly dumbfounded demoralized self. 

Discomforting disorientation leaving us damned

Incomprehensive still we hide that feeling of lonely isolation

Inevitably leading to our own barbaric desolation

The anti-climatic end of hope.

 

Author's Note

I'll take your best shot, but remember I love you!;)