It's been quite a long month, friends. Many friends are gone now, lost beneath the waves or taken away from the very heart that kept them alive. These last two weeks have been especially dark for me, but we've all gotta move on, right? I find that writing can ease the pain from all the recent deaths I've experienced.
I tribute this to those who's lives have been cut tragically short while still in high school or younger, and to their families, whom I am sure are finding this much harder to deal with than me.
With Wings of Lead
The pages turned, the candle burned
I could see through the dark
But can birds with their wings of lead
See any more than me?
Across the flowing meadow
A songbird found the earth
A whispered cry, yet still its eye
Stayed dry throughout the rain
Rain mixed the blood with ground, its heart
Beat violently at first
But winter's cold and lifeless touch
Brought death to the birds life