WHAT IS THE COST?
What is the Cost?
Of lives cut short and bright
Futures turned dark as
The hopes and dreams turn dim
As the Cost of actions
Unthought through bear consequences
Of bitter fruit, of hurt, anguish, anger
And tears. As I taste the salt of wishes,
Fears, disillusionment and bazaar reality colliding
In my mind and heart. Wondering how, why, what?
The Cost is memories of past and the disbelief of the present
Making the world into a place that is surreal and my heart
Cries for the why and that child that was and the one coming
How could this be real?
But it is and now all is moving forward and
Only prayer will make a difference now as the wheels turn
On a process we are too shocked and wounded to
Truly grasp, trying to face the outside while
The inside bleeds for what might have been and
Potential wasted, ground into dirt that will never bloom
As sweet as what might have been, comes to an end.
The Cost is Pain
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