Tonight We Are All French

The skies of Paris

Once overwhelmed with love

Now enveloping the world in fear

The stars above stained red with our lost blood

We are a lost world

We are a lost hope

A shot is heard

The world goes dark

Static is spread across the face of the Earth, crackling with lost electricity

 

People run through the streets

Fleeing from an evil they cannot escape

Their heartbeats resounding in their chests

Loud enough for the entire word to hear

And we listen

Their once sacred hearts disclosing their crimson secrets unto myself

But nobody notices

The greatest weapon is finally in the hands of the enemy

Fear

It unifies and divides us

 

The world is a mirror of my scarred and slashed wrists

A fractured web, on the edge of disintegration by this wind called life

I hold a tear stained atlas in my lap and ask where it hurts

But the only thing I hear is the mere whisper

“Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere”

I’m sorry world

I could not keep you safe

The more I think, the more I wish I couldn’t

 

Hello darkness, my old friend

But some things are better left unsaid

“Vive le libre, excepe le mal”

I want to disappear, but we all will soon

For all the goodbyes and the unrequited love that was never whispered, never pronounced

We are our own monsters

We are our own destroyers

We are told to keep fighting

But they don’t understand

We’ve already lost

We are the men, the women who run in the streets of Paris

Falling on our own trail of broken hearts and tears

As our skulls hit the ground, they are shattered into a million pieces, never to be truly unified again

Bright ivory against the darkness of the night

The mismatched pieces of a puzzle

The stars that are not found in the midst of a sky

 

For once, the whole world remembers the language they had long wished to forget

Fear

France is living a nightmare that it can’t wake up from

Tonight we are all French

And we will be until the end of time

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Collyn]

"We are our own monsters/We are our own destroyers" I love it! Comparing ourselves to Paris is something I wouldn't expect out of a poem about the terror in Paris. Genius! This whole poem is just so well-written and I can't stop reading it!