All by yourself

like darkness leaves to return as tears

I woke up like a sloth
like a traveling smoke: unclothe
death left them titles like late.
humanity was strangled while God watched
each one, slain like lambs in disbelief
leaving nodding heads to only grieve.
I pray they die like Okonkwo, Ikemefuna’s father
like the last chief of the Temple of Four Order
like the first Strange Stephen in the Multiverse of Madness.

Ruddapoet