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