Picture the word Devastation.
What do you see?
Bodies in a motorcycle accident.
Buildings of fire falling.
But that is not it,
it cannot be. Picture the word
DEVASTATION.
What do you see?
I see something so unbelievably
personal.
Devastation must mean my own life
in wreckage. A body in a
motorcycle accident.
A jump from a
burning building.
I cannot divulge how deeply
this is seared in my thoughts.
Picture the word
Shame
Incidence
Accident
Immolation
Remember
Breath
Grass
Water
Wreckage
Picture the word Love.
What do you see?
Picture the word Devastation.
What do you see?
Are you surrounded?
Only a few?
Are you alone?
Do you want to be?
There is no shame in any answer.
I do not press my morality on others
but we must, must believe that.
There is no shame in any answer.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
Picture the word Devastation.
What do you see?
Bodies in a motorcycle accident.
Buildings of fire falling.
But that is not it,
it cannot be. Picture the word
DEVASTATION.
What do you see?
I see something so unbelievably
personal.
Devastation must mean my own life
in wreckage. A body in a
motorcycle accident.
A jump from a
burning building.
I cannot divulge how deeply
this is seared in my thoughts.
Picture the word
Shame
Incidence
Accident
Immolation
Remember
Breath
Grass
Water
Wreckage
Picture the word Love.
What do you see?
Picture the word Devastation.
What do you see?
Are you surrounded?
Only a few?
Are you alone?
Do you want to be?
There is no shame in any answer.
I do not press my morality on others
but we must, must believe that.
There is no shame in any answer.
Request permission to use this poem