Year of Tragedy

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
The year came
and a country
on the brink
went insane,
day after day,
wearing her down,
a poison that knew her name.


A collective frenzy
consuming reason,
relentless, tireless,
a year of tragedy,
a year of stress,
pulling out her heart
in a slow motion calamity.

In her mind,
there had to be hope,
the crazy,
there had to be a limit,
she had to believe that,
she told herself that,
each morning, each night.

©October 2020,
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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