Sea of tragedies swallows the day.
Gasp for regret. Kick at the rabid dogs of the undertow.
Merciless scalpel slices vital organs from our shared vessel,
And carves stone comfort from the worried skyline,
But we stand in the rubble and gore, and roar like our savage past.
And, with shaky tired arms, we hold and refasten
The fallen sky. No refined words can bandage the wound,
So we bleed openly;
Unashamed of the mortality
Which makes Life so precious.
Eventually, light will break the angry clouds.
The cherry blossoms will bloom again.