What a shame
the people exclaim,

seeing sorrow
float up in smoke
as people in pain
just swim away.

With each
heart ache,
love break,
or big mistake

people take
a step in
the wrong direction
burning bridges
and building trenches
with a wall in the back
as they fight a war
and never come back.

Each day,
puts them miles away
from safety.
Till, all hope is gone
Till, even the brightest
right becomes wrong,
and the man
in the mirror
becomes a
bearded stranger.