Doomscrolling

Doomscrolling

Mike Bonikowsky

I sit and read the chronicle
As it goes scrolling by.
Every story I am told is 
Worse than the one before.

I am told that I must respond
Speak my piece, give my take
Plant my flag here or maybe there,
One side or the other.

But all I see is my beloved
Crucified by my beloved.
All I can say is: To the hills, “Cover us”
And to the mountains, “Fall on us”.

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Mike Bonikowsky
Poet & Personal Support Worker

Photography by Vinhaay