A Hundred Days Later
A reflection in verse
Give or take a day or two a hundred days have passed
And every single second’s somehow sadder than the last
You try to laugh, you try to joke, you try to disappear
But nothing takes you out of it: The horror’s always here
The world won’t let you look away, there’s nowhere you can hide
The anger’s out there on the street, the terror’s there inside
It isn’t just an awful dream, this thing you can’t ignore
Even poems don’t help, so I won’t do this anymore
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