"INAUGURATION"

I feel strange,

As if a devil had a hand around my throat,

Squeezed but gently,

Waiting for the moment to truly take my breath away.

I feel like I am caught in a landslide,

Tearing down the houses on the hillside with me.

Gleefully, but also tearfully, split down the middle

Of sentimentality for the houses

And happiness to watch them fall.

Lost in the destruction,

And terrified of what may be to come.

If we can function as individuals,

Why do we choose not to function in groups?

Maybe it is the preference to be alone,

Maybe it is the paranoia.

Or maybe it is just collectively knowing

That it is already far too late.