Her words are true. Their
words present, heard from
the untold from that alive.
“Mark our words .
Nightmares haunt that
which lay not asleep, but it
is the choices that are
made which now forge
forth . . ”
I lay here in memories that
are no longer true in a
present that is much too
different from a
recollection that could
never have occurred . .
rain drops the last of life it
has to offer and now it like
all wish to take their fill.
From here to the mountains
a sight unseen by all now
lay. Screams echo and
people scurry in a panic to
their destinations. Thunder
roars for that which is to
come next and at last
finally it is dark. It is now I
realize my life is the best it
can be there is no pain
from loss avoidable, now
the only thing that I can
see is that which is
unavoidable. That for
whom which I worry most,
my mother. However, I take
note of only one thing, will
it ever be known to me
again if her face is one I
recognize again? Death
company to life. True to life
I only ask that this time I am
able to protect that which I
care for because I have
seen what happens when
to death I ask of with a true
heart.
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