Earthquake

A poem.

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How come ?
This sudden descent ?
An abyss. Hell, not even friends !
Nothing rings, no bells ;
Nothing fits, no belts.
No Barnes and Nobles
In sight ;
No Nobel Prize
Without insights.
Just gurgling youth but
My cup runneth over.
The ground trembles,
Mirages lurk ahead,
Ahead, mid-life drought
Menaces.
The stomach rumble
In the freezing cold
Menaces.
Ahead, mid-life death
Menaces.