Final Thoughts of Human Discontent

All is deathly quiet in the winter of 2021.

Final Thoughts of Human Discontent

What is the absence of colors?
Black or white? I used to know.
Prize photos can be black and white.
I don’t remember why right now.
I only know there is no blue sky.
The yellow sun crashed to earth.
Green grass is gone to stay.
I sit in a freezing dark house.
Alone now, afraid to move.
Deathly quiet surrounds me.
I gave my best for all.
Lost beloved one by one.
Memories hang in icy air.
One last cold breath.
White now black.
My peace comes.



By Kathie Stehr
Jan. 25, 2021
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