suicide weather and dreary imaginings do no good

frozen bridges give iffy security still rivers slow down birthing baracudas snow plathered hills threaten your shelter and the sun shows no sign of ever returning. sunlight heat reflecting hard concrete offers no shade drought-dead dehydrated trees cannot give backing overheating grunting enginecars bring no relief and the stars have not been out in years. sandbagged grey peopled walls can't stand attention coastline building utopias have no chance house made of glass, now looking like an ass and the storm is gaining strength. minds in comfortable complacency wobble faith in stability won't stop the change possessions dissipate like one's own self-respect and the world destroyed, perhaps ever resurrected.