Fate

Written by: Darrell Hoover

The TV blinks with black and white scenes from the Holocaust...
There is a faint hint of vomit and smoke on this cold, faded chair...
This place is such a mess; always disdain and untruths hanging in the air...
The cat ate the baby bird, after falling from its nest...
It had a broken wing and I told her it would die;
it would die like all the rest...
My clouded mind creaks to concentrate...
It's all part of that predestined fate...
I stare at my stack of books with a blank look on my face...
Its only the end of the world as I know it...
I try to smile... Yeah, not the case...