.png?auto=format,compress&fit=crop&w=280&h=280&q=93)
•
08/15/19 at 11:17AM
•
Other
•
See more by MFish
My nerves are a tingle.
My hands start to shake.
I am uncertain
if I'm dreaming or awake.
A terrible thing; most unkind
as thoughts race through my mind.
What happens to us,
if this Nation of We,
becomes that beckoning light,
that flickers and dies?
