after the sun has set yet still long

before it is to rise to mark a new day

creased and wrinkled is my shirt

darkened by tears im not so sure are mine

emotions fill my body

flooding my mind

god looks down from

high above observing his creation

including every teary eye and every

jostled soul and every

killer taking the

lives of another

man or woman

never did i ask for this 

over and over did i beg for help

prepared to receive nothing but silence because the

queens and kings of this world

rebuke those who request aid

spitting in the face of whoever might dare

tugging my blanket closer to hide

underneath attempting to feel the warmth thats so

very rare anymore

wrestling thoughts that are less 

xenial than i remember when i was

young and still filled with

zealousness to wake tomorrow