A coward emerged from a haunted soul
Despair won over this human soul.
The devil focused whispers of a tip toeing terrorist
Snuffed out the candles of the Many …our all…the American babies and their guardians.
Condemned the majesty of the stories, yet to be manifested.
Selfish and damaged ego man, with trashy intents collided to rip the smiles of the Godly United.
My heart breaks at unawares for the snow flakes and innocent stares that’ll never be seen.
Holiday blitz and hand holding moments in front of the once lighted tree now frozen in what could have been.
Snow flakes, snowflakes, O how I miss those snowflakes that once fell slowly; so, crystallized for automatic memory capture.
How can I go on around the chorus of the memory, as the chill of winds produces no snowflakes causality?
I stand in the vast field of snow laced what could have been within its center a tiny grave staring back at me.
I walk towards the small tomb stone and kneel with my tears and bad leg…
I fall unexpectedly and hug the memory to our future. As I cry I see the snowflake of my grief
Knowing that my grief is the grandest starting point….
For new memories….new memories born in the continuing belief that mankind is better than this ego tragedy.
We can heal the empty spaces of human touch, with the innovation …the love…and the hope to go on.
I stand up frozen waist down and a glow of hope sustains and warms me.
The winds shall carry your snow flake memories long beyond my life time.
And always know that your songs my fellow souls will ring steady each and every day that I draw breath.
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A Poet's Breaths Gone Wild 