Nuclear

because it comes so suddenly
like a violent bomb, dropping
on all certainty and contentment
destroying the faint thread that
holds together any diluted form
of what could pass as happiness
(if one believes in such a thing)
but this distaster crept up in
a way that forces an acute
and painfully clear perspective of
every other facet of the daily routine
cement rocks are building and
any soft spots are crushed, or
buried underneath the heavy
shock of such a fatal imperfection
in the petty way that things come
and then disappear-
the sky becomes dark and the sadness
is loud, it rings in my ears and
so i cannot ignore it and as
i lay amongst the rubble, in pieces
desperately trying to grip
with weak arms anything
that even vaguely resembles
peace before war,
life within this death.