Tears for the Dead
In the wake of the massacre in Pakistan, the murder of 150 women outside Fallujah and all the other uniquely special humans who have lost their lives in violence, hate and fear, I find myself tempted toward feelings of powerlessness and despair. It brought me back to something I wrote in another of these tragic moments…
Tears for the Dead*
sorrow’s color,
summer-drizzle-gray.
another peaceful moment hijacked
by some lost soul
who thinks atrocities are necessary.
its scent,
whiffs of roses and the sea.
through tears I choose to swim,
drowning is so second wave,
and we have lost enough already.
summer-drizzle-gray.
another peaceful moment hijacked
by some lost soul
who thinks atrocities are necessary.
its scent,
whiffs of roses and the sea.
through tears I choose to swim,
drowning is so second wave,
and we have lost enough already.
*First appeared in Dead Snakes: January 4, 2014