After The Vigil

In the wake of a massacre our thoughts multiply, darkness fills all voids and sadness reigns. Fear disintegrates the mind while tenderness that once found a heart serene, falls in the depths of loneliness consumed with empty dreams. When the wrath of evil comes tumbling down, our souls wail in pain. Loss becomes massive, barbarism remembers the old, ruthless acts fuel the earth in the midst of the darkest rain. Wellness struggles on, headaches, tension and heart attacks steal a healthy soul. Strong men fight, women still console. Alcohol, cocaine, heroin and the like have taken the place of friends, demons by day and night, a new loss begins. Death a reoccurrence, a body bag or two, each day family and friends, one day it may be you. What life is this, what rears this monolithic belief. Should fear be my leaders, must one wallow long in grief. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: Nov.16/2015