I'm falling deeper into a hole,
Lost in confusion and a thousand questions,
Whilst they're still burning in the coal.
Right now, in this time, suffering oppression.
Guilt? Fear? Pity? Disgust?
For all those hurt to crust.
Realising or am I finally accepting that this was never a nightmare, in spite of of upsetting truths that are forgotten from hearts that are rotten.
Stop those aching pains!
I cry to God out of despair.
He alone can restore and maintain
The brutality in the air
In the way he sustains all seasons,
Wind blows through the trees; summer, spring, winter and autumn breeze in, along with disease.
There's: no snow for children to play, to cover the earth of decay. No wind to relive the ache, to help them across the long lake.
But
Only strong air gushing down frantic breaths, only overflowing rain to help drown numerous deaths...
