Bad News

I swore a new oath,
quit the paper
and the channels
of deaths news and vitriol

No more fervent apostles
rising extra early to greet my eyes,
lovingly preened and anointed,

readied to share their
never ending streams of gloom
seined from the wider world

Dripping their inky words into my daily water,
the billowing clouds of dark thunderheads
kill empathy with numbing repetition,
begetting angst
and the gray weariness
of dread

I do so miss the comics!