the final bell rings and i find
sophomores crying in the hallway,
and i don't know why,
or what has happened to the world.
and two minutes later in the parking lot,
my sister tells me that
your father is dead,
and the whole world
tilts and cringes.
and it just can't be real
on this beautiful day,
with its warmth
and its glory
and its long anticipation.
how can it be?
our world is fair right now!
lord, don't take that away!
it can't be real, and it isn't fair...
and i swear that the earth slowed, and shifted to a stop.
because it just can't be true.
and nobody deserves this, especially not you.
and so you are placed in their hearts,
and wrapped with all their prayers.
nothing will be taken for granted now,
and nobody can complain;
your scale of grief is off the charts,
and we are left with no reason to whine.
and so we all mourn as one.
and the people tell me, now is the time
to strengthen your Faith,
and put your Trust in God,
but i just don't see
how or why the Almighty
could let so be.
God's will must be pure blasphemy.
and it makes no sense whatsoever,
there's no justice, no legitimacy
or agreement with the Lord
or Fate
or the course of the World.
this world stops, and our
thoughts are locked on you.
"such a sweet girl,
she didn't deserve this.
what a nice boy,
he didn't deserve this.
what a dedicated woman,
who didn't deserve this.
you didn't deserve this.
nobody deserved this."
longfellow once wrote
that the tide never ends.
that life always goes on after a death.
but the world stands still, and i can't agree.
transcendentalism must concern
pure blasphemy.
i never knew him,
and i barely knew you.
but i do know
that you didn't deserve this,
because nobody deserves this.
nobody deserves this,
especially not you.