Each of us grieves differently but we all feel the same burdensome sadness because of what happened to France. Sometimes, a poem is necessary, to get that grief out
For Paris
It’s like the more I seem to do wrong the image of you I have seems to fade
It’s like my mind’s playing games
I’m in a test and every mistake I make seems to make you
Seem further and further away
I see you as my angel and you give me strength in a million and one different ways
See; everything I do is for you, so I don’t sin because that way there’s a chance you’ll be
More than a dream
But it seams the way I’ve been going, that dreams turn to steam
You’re like water and I feel like I have to keep you solid or else I’ll lose you in the smoke
Or in the rain, so I say this in hope, that you come to know, that you keep me sane
And on my deen
But now it’s become harder for me to believe
There’s a bigger picture, that I’ve been forced to see;
Innocent lives taken, with no rational reasoning for this creation of misery
I forget about myself as I see the pain in my fellow man’s eyes
I see the stress building up and his need to sit and cry
Disheartened
Because he can’t connect with the ones he loves,
He stares upwards and you can see
How much he really is traumatised
Meanwhile, I’m ignoring calls from my family, not realising how lucky I am, until I see
The grief instilled in him—
Not knowing whether his parents are dead or alive
But my guilt has spread
So much so that it’s felt across my country
No one is filled with anger, or the need for revenge
Instead we unite with one another and mourn, in remembrance
And as I turn on the TV
There is no negativity
An unfortunate event has left nothing but love on the streets
Finally at Peace
Finally defeating Anger
Finally replacing Rage
Finally using our Initiative
Finally we’ve found Success
Because we’re accepting death, but not with guns
We’re reacting with flowers
Instead
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