Denied your hiding place
Like the moon stuck in orbit
Forever circling the chaos
Their only navigation
Through the clouds
Misery, devastation, pain
Ten thousand questions
Piled atop the beautiful mess
Followed too quickly by
A million moments of
manufactured silence
Ear holes plugged with noise
So that yours ring with
Quiet
Once revered as the
Master of all things
Left questioning how
You lost
They say it’s only a storm
The clouds will break
Soon
But what if your light
Is burned out
As the screens of their
Tiny magic boxes
Guide them now
If they don’t need you
Will they ever look up at you
Again?
Eyes filled with wonder
Instead of contempt
They will
They must
They do
Because nothing shines
Brighter
Until they become the light
At last
Obscura
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