A fluff of cotton hangs in the balance 

A drop of water suddenly makes all the difference.

Shots fired-

screams muffled-

never heard.

My pen never drops,

my memories-scribbled out

my hope is non-existent

I should have stayed behind the line.

Scales tip nonetheless

the world still spins on.

The sun still rises.

Yet the regret still drags me down.

Bless your heart, John Doe,

your legacy lives on.