Unrealistic

cometh the hour,cometh the calamity and all the catastrophic situations that steals any serenity we strive for.
We are catapulted into a dimension we don't like,
that we can't really begin to understand or do much about.
why suddenly can we not cope,
why does it take us to that familiar place we despise so much, but cannot keep away,
where were not welcome.
It invades our very being with twisted imagery,
we can't count the cost of it all ending as we imagine and eventually overcoming us.
How are we to press on with all this terror,
how are we to continue in the present state we find ourselves,
when were bombarded with the bewildering,
how then do we bring our facultys back
what will it take for us to run from responsibility,
when we can't carry them out,
when they pull us from the wreckage and drag us from the destruction.
Why can our plans not turn out positive,
why does it necessarily all have to go wrong.

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