each day has passed by
while lives have been passed on 
fights have been fought for 
most unaware of war

it’s been a lonely trip
for most not for all
children, friends, and family
separated; what’s more
than a phone call? 

the world is lost 
where does it go from here?
do we act like nothing has happened
do we continue somehow 
do we fake live in fear? 

I refuse to put a halt to 
this experience now
let us work together to heal
and save humanity
but how?

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

In a direction facing 
the lights and sun
I look out the window often
and admire 
what I’ve won

I’ve won the 
privilege 
to exist where 
I only had dreamed 
to be a figment of real life
than pigment on the screen

the sky is not clear
but not completely 
crowded with grays
I could look out 
day and night 
every step 
in a gaze 

I feel a handshake 
from this place 
I’ve been living 
it senses I belong here
and it reassures me 
that I’m winning.

the feeling 
of not
having something
that you 
most certainly 
do
have



is a feeling
i wish 
i never
felt.

Strings have been cut
thus cutting the attachment
memories lost
some are completely forgotten

I have no loving to spare
only respect, still no cares.
for doing what’s best

not just for you
but for me.


   you’ll be glad once you've left.
   
   hopefully
      soon enough

                       someone

will leave.

Its a shot of 
the same thing 
every time 

the sting 
from how 
fast paced it 
runs 
through your 
veins

it pains you 
to feel the pain 
but relieves you
of old stains

walk carefully
and instead
of walking back
walk away
not slow
nor fast
but gradually.