COLD

Vacant this lost has become
I’m numb, but the sorrow still persist
In the midst of tragedy I suffer my own
To come home and await the unknown
In a poem, a trance, we dance along the midnight storm
And weather the storm better than those who’ve come before
In an uproar…a silence. Through the tragedy of violence
We believe, in unbelief, to mirror our nation’s nihilist
When we betray those who are is disarray…yes those who are in disarray
And display our life’s dismay in the light of the midnights day, it ends in the utmost decay.