Poem – What is Left After the Words

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.

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