Tragedy plays across her surface -
Mothers and fathers, sons and daughters,
Victims of chance and a cold, harsh reality -
Lives brought to an end far too soon,
Everywhere families cry out for the moon.
..The sun will set..
These lives have changed,
But the Earth remains;
They have faces and names,
But we might never hear them.
Every second this occurs,
A life dissolves;
Just wood for the flames,
And to us, mere ghosts.
..And so the world keeps turning,
The fires keep burning,
And life goes on,
Until the stars cease shining.
Author's note: I thought of going in so many different directions with this.. Made it a bit messy. I might redo it in the future, or make an entirely new version.
Delivering specific messages is not one of my strong suits when it comes to writing. Because of that, I like to keep my works open to interpretation. I'm always curious though; what did you get from this, if anything?