TOXIC

I see an ill morning
that wrap the house,
these light blows
has produced a paralyzing
dread that swallow up our dreams,
no one is good.
Our expectations have passed its crest,
there are a sense of anguish every where,
the total ascendancy
of pain is at hand.
The panic spreads far beyond us,
has conveying a message:
that hope is alive and prevails
against his enemies.