Apocalypse Then

Listen to Apocalypse Then by Richard Charles Stevens

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Amidst rumours of blackout abound
I felt lost
Way too soon to be found
Felt better to suffer and not make a sound
Remain undiscovered
Of faith disavowed
Humour charade of apocalypse now
Reboot the system
Lock down

Factory settings felt less than appealing
Stripping each sense of consensus for feeling
Not the first time I performed morning stretches and met the artex on the ceiling
Not the first time life had done level best to suggest I would fare better reeling
Seemed such a shame to abstain from displaying a pain so insane I could gain from experience
Claim to be fearless when dangerously cheerless
And feel like a burden too great for those dearest
Offer no clearance to thoughts making clear this was just a mere blip in a far greater scheme
Feeling remorse seemed so par for the course with no means to endorse motivational theme
While undiagnosed, was no question I posed as the poster child owing to PTSD
Far too much time in the throes of decline to expose every ownership taken from me
Life was unfair, no great mystery there
Not the blissful affair once mistaken to be
Staring on vacantly staked heedless claim
While the chimp in my brain gave OK to recede

Amidst rumours of blackout abound
Still felt lost
Though quite possibly soon to be found
Felt reckless to suffer and not make a sound
Remain undiscovered
Of faith disavowed
Humour charade of apocalypse now
Reboot the system
Lock down

Come through too much just to throw in the towel
Far sooner resume at the here and the now
Signpost was clear in these desperate hours
Feelings sincere had requested all functioning powers of deduction to take my compunction and rename it ours
Sharing the spoils offered grounds for reduction with two times the gumption for sticking it out
Out on a limb
On a wing and a prayer
My flamesake declared we were in with a shout
The keeper was kept in that moment
Undressed of the burdened components proposing to weighing me down
Far too much time in the throes of implosion combusting when trusting made plain I was not lost, but found

Amidst rumours of blackout abound
Life can be fair, non-exclusively foul
A blissful affair in the here and the now
Provided we side with devout
Then we’re in with some kind of a shout
Assume new position
With too true a vision
To reboot the system
Lock down

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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