Boomerang Effect

Sometimes bad memories revive: they come back from the death,

and while we cried, the universe around us reassessed,

We waste our time, with those times we will never forget,

angels die and devils - suffer for them,

it's not right but everyone just leaves it like that,

like a crisp picture on a mirror we're to blurred to reflect,

it's like we set one high goal and we struggle to get there,

because we've been shown a wrong picture - where's the real one at?

We're stuck in, imagining us getting out of this life? We can't.

Legs get too heavy, in this hole filled with sand,

so I write those sad words, adding each day one more sentence.

And maybe it's too much to bear, but I am sure it's less than:

the pain everyone who died felt while hoping to see one more sunset,

I write about our present, that reassembles our past,

and I live to see a future with more chances left.

But if I look around it's only wars, just one more event,

looping through a history of men killing men.

Maybe we're just not ready to see that sending violence only brings itself back,

it is what should be defined as "boomerang effect".

Reviews

[gabrielle]

Interesting concept you penned in here. We all wish to live in peace and in harmony but it’s quite strange that we sometimes end up fighting each other ---could be the "boomerang effect.

[GZ]

Yeah sadly it seems too far of a hope for now. Each war closed brings 2 new ones...