Turning Black Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

A tsunami of blood

Falls upon me-


How high?
Once was the question-

No time for an answer

When everything that ever was

Collapses upon my momentary exposure:
To the sun
-
To the young-


To release my
Experience in some innovative way


So that it may be easier for one

Or two in their voyage
To escape natural disasters-


As I'm naturally peeling away the skin

Of this disaster I’ve become-

So I say to the young
-
Take the time to think

Before you feel as if you’re done-

You can't even act without looking at acts-
I can't see because of the governmental cataracts-
People can't pay their taxes-

I'm going to crack because nobody has my back-
They made them 'Testify' to swear on their sacks-
While they sat in their offices-

Counting the paper stacks-
My shack is falling apart
& the world lacks light-
It's all turning Black-