To hear laughter
From one you admire
As you share a very real terror

To feel dismissed
By one you thought
Was on your side

To comprehend
There is nothing you can say
That won’t just further divide

Is to feel hopeless.
No wonder so many
Choose suicide.

It seems easier
To just let go
And admit defeat

Especially with much
Disappearing each day
Or revealing itself

Seeing the reality
Of the cognitive dissonance
And it’s vastness

To know 100 isn’t an option…
you’ll only get 60…
Or maybe less?

Better than your kids, eh?
Who’ll only get three decades?
Or two? Or less than one?

One realizes
We are each
On our own.

Good luck, everyone.