What I fear is fear itself

The swallow in the sky
skin gleaming in the sun
had freedom in its wings

flew above a trash dump
and caught its reflection
in a cracked mirror

it tweeted in horror
of the sky breaking apart
and it flew and flew hard

to the edge of the world
in despair and desperation
to save from impending doom

and the cracked mirror
that envisioned the future
got drowned in more trash

never to see another;
but the swallow continued
to hide from the sky.