"Gen Z(eroed)", "Dissociation", and "Writer's Block"
Our oranges and blacks
won’t stop their bullets.
won’t stop their silencers.
Our “not again”s
aren’t without their “thoughts and prayers”.
aren’t above their deadly weapon’s industry.
My mind’s eyes
turns to the skies.
My soul’s clocking out,
train of thought breaking route.
Blinking and breathing are now optional,
But questioning everything is now operational.
I know I need to focus and do work,
but now nothing can work.
This coping allies
my mind’s eyes.
This empty page
is a shameful sight.
My long-gone idea
was my only shrink.