July 5
The fog from last night still settled on the fields
Lightning, the only source of light
As it flashes reminders of those who have waken on these grounds with the knowledge their friends are gone
And they are next
I drive these empty roads knowing how lucky I am to exist
And how desperately I wish it wasn't so
How this suffering seems endless
Not just for me
But for all those I must protect
Is this what he meant
When he said all he heard was screams
I've never even known war or battle
Bloodshed is a myth
It's easy to be brave
When you're virtually safe
Sure I had the bad relationship
And I paid for the sins of my mother
And my father who told me I had his 12 yr old step daughters name.
When I was 40.
Some traditions deserve to be continued.
That's when you do therapy to figure it out.
But I digress
Looking out in this fog
Hearing the echos
The sirens still wailing
The knowledge at least one more child died
All I hear is screams and chaos
There's no love no paradise
No spell that ends this knowledge
That this birthday
Dawn rises the day after
Fog lifting from fields that have never seen battle in my knowledge
With such foreboding
Something wicked this way comes
And if you see true
Be wary that Truth doesn't see you
