Echoes, Ghosts, & Bated Breath

07/04/09

 

Echoes, ghosts, bated breath,

Life and death,

Shells in the reef, tears collected in grief,

A frigid sense of disbelief,

On a street where I used to play,

Ringing gunshots awaken me.

 

Roses peddled to the ignorant,

Petals fragile and dry,

Casting ignorance on the heaven sent,

Peace elusive, happiness exclusive,

I am on the outside,

Windows fogged with curtains drawn.