Breath Stealer (art)

So many on the edge of their seats.
Looking, searching, hoping for change; now listless or aptly enraged.
Drift along the ether.
Listen to the music.
Question all that was said, and bring about confusion.

I write this poetry as the events of the United States have brought many into a sense of turmoil and mind-numbing sensation.

This poem and the art, it is meant to be a representation of the confusion and unease many are going through, no matter their standings politically.