The early blue of precious dawn,
Says darkest night is almost gone.
I wring the ache from limbs & yawn.
Day casts light on shades of blood;
Demarking time the wounds did flood.
Wet still red; Dry brown as mud.
Proof abounds of fatal fight,
Of darkest deeds in dead of night,
Buzzards circle & crows alight.
In field & memory corpses strewn.
Events recalled are cause to swoon.
Horrors evidence of Death’s spry tune.
I alone am left alive,
My guilt cut by a choice to thrive.
The grist of this day a perpetual drive.
I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi
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