JulyPoWriMo 31

Because I could not stop the tragedy
It continued even if uncounted
Except in sighs at the end of the day
A six month long anxiety attack
Punctuated by counting down sevens
Or intoning words no one wants to hear
The loud sounds in the distance evidence
Of catastrophe no one admits to
How audacious to think it’s all your fault
That the antichrist inhabits your flesh
And all the world waits for your sacrifice
But you are given a free pass to pass
While others are carried off in your wake
Synapses collapsing your own mistake