I say,
this is insanity
as I rake hot coals
onto a page
and forget the pain they caused me.
This is a mess,
broken bones and crumbling homes
too many losses to count
on each failing hand
and we have no say
in how this ends.
This is a tragedy,
people falling like half crimson leaves
to the sound of shattered dreams,
glass screaming to the ground
like death itself.
This is life,
I did not ask for this,
but words find solace
when they are shared
and we are in need
of something other than
pain and destruction.