Infinity Loop
Down into our softest
flesh
the bloodsick madness cuts,
to watch the
victims falter
before the mind slams shut.
Light's
forever dripping
from
a never healing wound,
dry black petals falling from
a broken
rose deboned.
Come
witness darkness making
the cycle
of what's wrong,
forgotten in the evening,
walking again at dawn.
~December
2012
I don't know how many of these horrific incidents have happened over the course of my life, I only know too many people have died in them, and that they are happening more frequently. Each time, there's a huge furor initially, and the next week, it's all forgotten.
Except for those who have to live with it.
Except for those who have to live with it.
Deepest sympathies to all in Newtown, Connecticut
photo: black rose, (c) joyannjones 2012

