Far too soon
Their worlds fray and split
Their firm soil, given way to the mighty deep
As the bitterness of greif creeps within them
Nestled inside every nerve
Pulsating luminous, as the cruel remnants of sorrow
Far too soon
Their eyes fall crimson
Soaked in anguish, shuttering and cringing
Breathless and frozen
Their heartache suspends them
As they turn away, binding themselves
In exile from sufferage, and the surge of utter loss
Far too soon
Sons wither and falter
Their sisters consumed, with a volley of hellfire
Within a mother’s chambers, their faces cry vendetta
Yet her intuitions cry forgiveness
To mend the ever-growing chasm of despair
But far too soon
Our memories dissipate
Stolen by the trivial
Squandered on the greedy
And their mal intent
I wrote this back in July after the shooting at the movie theater in Colorado. I decided to post it in light of recent events. I hope everyone is doing well this evening, and if you should decide to go out tonight, then please stay safe.
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