Fractured Days

Solitude is my only companion My days are filled with quiet abandon What fortune fell upon these days To fracture in so many ways Why is there a feeling of bereavement What will it take to turn into appeasement? Fair or evil, it’s laid its claim Destitute, dying, fortune, or fame Whatever’s happened, whatever’s to come The march proceeds onward with beat of drum. Are better days still yet ahead Or are we trying, dying, dead The world will keep turning with life or death The price of humanity in our breath Rise up to fight this with courage Defeat the oncoming scourge Together forever lifting your voice Anyone, everyone; all have a choice