The slow music fades
into the background.
The thoughts and words
I am left with
feel hollow and weak,
they have lost meaning.
I throw all of the words away
in an attempt to start again
after some time has passed
and the raw emotion becomes real.
I start down the path
collecting what best
describes the turmoil and
the twisted sense of being I have become
when we hear news of another event
and we are set back, we are pushed.
We are tested and we become one.
