My understanding of things, important things, has left me.
It doesn't make sense, to make sense of this
How can it be, how can this follow a plan?
There is no plan, no divine decree or meant to be.
There is no reason, not for this, not for this.
Can we ask, or dare we, who hurts more, who hurts most
It doesn't matter. Heartbreak has no calculus
Apparently hurt, fear, isolation, loneliness, desperation, anger, and retribution don't either
I wonder if that's the the lethal parade,
and what's missing?
Abuse, neglect, weakness, genetics, propensities... Or just evil
Evil makes it simpler. Evil makes sense.
I need someone to blame, i want someone to blame,
because I'm angry...
And I want to make sense of it
I'm sad and heartbroken and bewildered,
at the senselessness.
This just won't make sense.
But, I will awake tomorrow, my life, my wife and son and daughter, in tact.
What's left then,
when there's no moral,
no purpose to it?
Just to love and mourn and feel, and cry... For a while
It's hard to know, when there is no sense.
Wrote this the day after the school children and teachers were killed in Newtown