This chaos, this mess, reconfirms my ignorant belief-
What’s the point in doing what we do?
Who cares?

A tall building-
And explosion-
This tragedy brings us ever-closer to there being no point-
I can smell the anti-care, let alone the non-care-

After our missile spans the gap between two lands-
After their missile hits us-
After ours hits them-
After they use ours against us-
Before we did nothing-
We will be past the point of there being no point-

Surrounded by lines of fire and cinder born from forecasted destruction that had reigned too soon, too hard-
I stand in the middle-
A stoic man-
Back hunched, physically grieving, internally twisted-
Waiting for the morning to come-

Thrown into an ambivalent neurosis-
My watch is missing-
When is it time to cry?
Inconsistent events haphazardly trigger random spasms of lumps lodged in my throat-
Appearing, shivering, forcing out strong breaths of hybrid sigh-cries through my nose-
Then disappearing-

Not knowing when to return~