Silent night in the city

I take a swig of water.

It is quiet in the city tonight.

My mind battles with the emotion that stirs within.

There is not a soul to be seen.

The anger boils, the frustration bubbles.

Not even a leaf quivers in the absence of a breeze.

All beneath the surface.

Nature has finished her sentence and this is the fullstop.

There must be something that can be done.

Nature has nothing more to say to the horrors we hide away under dusty floorboards and atop new shelves.

Something must be done.

There is nothing more to be said.

Something, anything.



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