There is a time in space from which my past I trace-

And try and place my hate

on just a moment- I own it, its mine and I control it

rewind and fast forward, pause it on the good parts for remembrance

and reminisce

except it’s a pestilence on whats left of it, ravaging calm into frenzy

and believers into skeptics

engorged passion pleads for action acting on rage we seek satisfaction only to realize

we are cause

and reaction

affect the cause directly and cause effect to react steady only if

eyes are open and minds are ready

I fear that doubt trumps hope

Hopefully hope doubts doubt as much as I doubt that it does