Dear diary,
I felt a new emotion
after weeks on end
of nothing but fatigue;
it was hatred
for the human race
It’s been getting worse
after coming so close
don’t shine that light there
it’s grown used to the dark
No one knows
in the clear still water;
a reflection
No one sees
on the shimmering horizon;
an illusion
Mark my words
for those whom I love
I would shatter the earth
and snuff out the stars
but it is not
in my power
to do so
So instead
I will hold on by
the whites of my knuckles
until my fingers break
counting my breaths
If I could fight I would fight
but the enemy is inside the gates
so instead I’ll smile for you
through this desolation
for hopes of a better future
because you deserve to see it
—Patrick McGuire
