Wrong places

Finding comfort in all the wrong places. All those who suffered, all those blank faces.

Finding comfort in lie. comfort out of all those

who helplessly cry. comfort in the countless

thousands who die. Standing by thoughtfully

with tears in your eye. Comfort in all the wrong places

Those who suffered, all those blank faces.

All is said and done, nothing could erase this.

You must embrace this

its far to late

the pain is to great

you must except your fate

But please let go of the hate.

Let it all dissipated.

You must walk away

Begin a new chapter, write a new page

Reduce Risk of disaster, let go of the rage

CJ Potts

January 1st, 2016

Author's Note

Something I wrote last January. All ive gotten out of it though. Hope you enjoy.