A Fate Uncertain 
Tyler Bearss

My world is dark,
dreary and feeble.
I’m doing all that I am able.

Keeping my head above the surface,
as I walk through this sterile palace
wondering if this is just the preface.

To raging storms that lie before us
and darkening clouds that seem enormous,
yet many say that it is all fictitious.

 Or maybe I’m wrong…

Maybe I see the horizon yonder,
where the sun shines brightly on the future,
and maskless faces can come together.

Maybe sunny days are nigh
when families tear-soaked faces dry, 
where winds don’t blow and people don’t die.

And maybe I hear the great excitement
when I’m finally free from this long entrenchment,
and can take a breath free from all judgement.

One day I’ll live again without a fate uncertain.