Apocalypsis

I remember the faces.
I remember the neon,
Endless pavement,
Music, laughter;
It's always in the back of my mind.
Now I'm lucky if I
Don't hear anything.
Only the familiar. Only the
Simple silence of wind.
Institutions crumble. Any ideal
Dismembers itself. Grit to fight
The everlasting survival
Is now tantamount. I didn't
Choose this; I was forced to
Push the boundaries of my being.
I miss the music. I miss the magic
Of real comfort, all consuming.
I still feel the same. It's just harder now
To find the light in a dark, dry
Place, so cruel and cold.
But there's simple logic here.
To live is to exist...
I still hope for love.
I'm still present and
Roaring for a good thing.
We all do our bidding.
We all hope our fears never
Rearrange us into something fierce.
Gonna keep my pack tight.
Have to move smart and follow
What is absolutely essential.
There is time for human;
It is not much often.
Spear down a star to pierce the core
Of hard hearts who dare control
The absolute point of human spirit:
Admiration for the unknown.