A heart can break without a sound.
A tear can fall to hit the ground.
No one standing near can tell.
There's not a sign to break the spell.
Grey wispy hair pokes through her hat
Waddling homeward on worn down heels
Carrying bags that hit and bump
on legs as they hurry through city streets
I am born.
My own clean sheet.
My road in life is incomplete.
I start my journey baby steps
Thunderous noises screaming guns.
Fires raging evil done.
Abject terror written plain.
On baby faces For shame. For shame.
Harvest moon hanging high
Watching us Gods ancient eye
Poets write you distant cold
While i observe your core