It Was Too Late…
The bodies lay around me,
Varying displays of grotesque images
Plaguing my mind.
The fatigue in my muscles,
The clench of my jaw.
The dull familiar ache in my heart.
It’s too much.
I fall to my knees.
I cry.
The tsunami of foreign emotions drowning me.
Anger.
Fear.
Regret.
Sorrow.
I don’t bother to try and free my self.
I just let it wash over me and drag me under.
Maybe I it wanted it to.
To leave my responsibilities…but I can’t.
I could never.
We finally surrender. It’s not worth it.
Never was.
And it took me one too many deaths to figure that out.
The distant melody of indigenous birds plays on my ears.
My body strains against every screaming muscle and look up.
The sun greets and blesses me with its warmth.
I look away.
The weight of my sins unable to bask in its praise.
But I look at the endless sky and think of what is beyond,
and for the first time in a long while the sky had never look so blue.