The sun is bright and shining through the tent,
And I hear the breath of life in the trees.
The birds will sing their song in all content,
As you stay sleeping silent next to me.
What’s a little white lie among thousands of bodies?
The everlasting smell of this burning copse army,
Turning their flesh into air freshener.
No one ever missed a murderer.
For now, the bodies pile in barren snow,
Staining the ground where grass use to grow.
Turning them all into fertilizer.
This is just my appetizer.
I lost my love to another day.
A gust of wind and it’s blown away.
Just as fleeting as my innocence,
And as fragile as my memories.
I lost my faith to the turning tide,
Another way that we say goodbye.
Hard to adjust to roaming the dark,
No sailing wind on the open seas.
I lost my hope to the shadow’s clutch,
Desperation with a scorching touch.
Supposedly not a thing will change.
The shadow grins while I beg and plead.
I lost my life as I walked the line,
But who can run from the fangs of time?
I choose to stay and greet my ending,
And just smile as certain death will tease.
I’ve lost it all, given all I’ve got,
But in return, it is peace I’ve caught.
An acceptance of this changing life,
A tree in fall losing all its leaves.