Black

As we sit down with our attention to a sound

That unpleasant noise after a brawl

It’s continued presence as a circled loop

As we attempt to make our start.

As we know

The current medium of exchange

Means nothing

It can be forgotten

We’ve all heard

The old people say that life is arduous.

But we are millennials.

Yes we can take it.

Is the grass greener on the other side?

As the combination of

Sets ours ablaze.

We stand corrected

As this is our hell

Yes, made by ourselves.

With alcoholism, technology and depression

One foot in the Sepulchre

Our Berth.

This is our Tophet.

This is our Tophet.

This is us