“Somber” (poem)

In shattered silence, a heartbeat remains. Through exercise, a broken soul trains.

Like the plane that came back, it’s still not in flying condition. It’ll never fly again, a spectacle to exist with permission.

As the murky waters recede, scars begin to heal. Sunlight is dim, only this I can feel.

We say the times are getting better, but we still torture one another. This society is barbaric, why even bother?

Flowers bloom again, the sun always comes back. How many times my sun never came up, I can barely keep track.

And in this cool Autumn breeze, I lay in bed with delight. Although this sucks, I’ll truly be alright.