The Tar Pit

Frozen in space as time moves around her,

like a glacier constantly fed but never melted.

Stuck to the fear, thick as molasses;

she waits for the world to still -

to calm the chaos in her soul,

but everyday the tar pit deepens

and the vultures continue to circle with patience,

sipping from their glacial spring glasses

in false horror.

She reaches out, hands stained black,

wanting to reach the sun beyond the ruined clouds,

the pinnacle of life -

desperate for the relief that warmth could bring

to the humanity sinking around her.

But this space refuses to budge,

and time continues to fling itself forward;

oblivious to those frozen on the ground,

so she must endure.

We all must endure.

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Author's Note:

The world feels more chaotic than it ever has, and it's a genuine hellscape for far too many. Injustice has been left to fester, humanity has been left to sink, and yet we the people remain while those in power gamble with our lives.

So let's remind ourselves why we must endure. For a better tomorrow, for a future where stories reveal the truths of the common man, for the people who scream but whose voices are not heard.

Be their voice.