The anguish is alive
The rhythm is rough
The grasp is unyielding.
It slithers up my back
It slows on my shoulders
It tightens around my neck.
We stumble into mist
We struggle arm in arm
We bow our heads in grief.
How is life so unfair
How did it come to be
How can I set you free?
Can you look down and see
Can you feel calm and be
Can you remember me?
I focus on my truths
I smile at those I see
I weep for treasures lost.
