Discordant pain,
That agony of realization.
Otherworldly stillness
Broken by terrified activity.
Torn from life,
Forced to another,
Grasping at memories
If only the ringing would stop!
Fingers flail, and there,
Blessed silence.
Loss too great to recover, or perhaps-!
Fumbling fingers resent terrible noise,
And the other life comes alive again.
In those moments,
Heaven could not be better.
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Poetry
PoetryI've written a couple poems over the years, nothing too special but I thought I'd post them here in case anyone is interested.
