My Beautiful Disaster Poem by Robert Beksinski

I look at your face

Covered with haunting tears

And I think, “What a beautiful disaster! ”

A murdered spirit that may never resurrect

I grow angry towards those responsible

Anger towards faces I never seen

People I never had the displeasure to meet

I look at your jade green eyes, your blank stare

“Tell me how I can help you! ” I say in desperation

But your gone, your nothing and it’s not even your fault

No cure for the emptiness in your hollow shell

A waste of a shipwreck that once could have been restored

You can’t be saved, I accept that

But they are able to rot

And so they shall

To atone for my beautiful disaster