A hill cruelly imagined only going down
Our harmonic world, away it has run
The dystopic film, turned into true Armageddon
That cinematic masterpiece original,
would’ve had the theatres packed with all seats full
Where the story starts in provoking parts that would pull
on the emoted heartstrings to all of what could’ve been vulnerable
Leaving after the credits, drenched in emotions
Instead, stuck with the wallowing weight of residual tons
The impending doom flashed in sorrowful montage
A year-long history crowded by self-sabotage
Is a happy ending to this story possible?
Will the ever-ascending loss in chronicle one day be rendered full?
A hero’s journey includes elixirs; in ours it has been found
A resolution to fix; the cure has conclusively come around