The Last Recluse

200 Months

4-14-23

It's been a horrible year;
like two hundred months.
Everything is terrible
and everyone sucks.
Where is the solace,
and where are the speakers?
The world is glowing red,
growing bleaker and sneakier.
We were the chosen ones;
Patient Zero for dismay
as we watch the planet burn
and have to manage the decay.
Fight off your loved ones.
Choose your own family.
Conquer your inhumanity.
Live with the crushing destiny
that it's been a horrible year,
these last two hundred months.
Who do we trust
when life is too much?