looking backwards…

Mourning dove

while I was looking backwards
it resembled a Civil War scene
of people who died tragically
the only difference being
they were people that I loved
that meant something in my life
searching for one thing to hold on to
why the hell did I have to pick you?
it might as well be a hari kari sword
those days I knew what being samurai means
each time resurfacing from deeper below water
years laid to waste like mere grains of sand
you’re right, sorry doesn’t fix shattered
silence is the perfect poison…

(Copyright 10-02-16)

 

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