The truth
the only truth right now...

Roses are dread and violets run through
hearts and minds on such a day...

Robotic words
of easy grace...

Were i to push it
pain against the grain so like...

I'd ask for names
and how it felt to...

The numbness of the past comes calling
as if that time was yesterday...

I wonder
I ponder...

Many would come.
Some to spit, some to cry...

In contemplation of decimation
I wonder if I'd dread...

Old ways come knocking
it’s no commotion...

I’m walking quite simply
roaming free without talking...

Should I pre-suppose
that face can show...