Day After

Pieta by Van Gogh

Day After

After shocks
Have dulled
Emotional
Disbelief
suspended
… Joie de vivre

In a litany
Of losses
What succor
Can be offered
On the platter
Of morrows
~
We travel
From point
A to point B
From discomfort
To comfort
But we bear
Our fates within
Our marrows

~
We are the seed
We are the field
We are the harvests
Of yesterdays
Seeds
Harvested
Today,
Tomorrow
~
Nothing
Makes sense
In this world
Of sadness
As glowering
Miasma hangs
oppressively
~

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