Can you hear it?
The sound of 65 million people
Holding their breath.
Can you feel it?
The ever growing anxiety?
The perpetual fog of fear?
The heat of hatred?
There is a clock that's ticking.
Some believe it's timing a bomb.
Others say it tracks the time until they can breathe again.
It's a countdown nonetheless.
Despair has moved into the places
Where hope once called home.
A dark uncertainty hangs overhead
As the world looks on.
And like all things before
This too shall pass.