The last day
Layers fall upon each other
We blink the dust from our eyes
And try to stay conscious
I can never argue enough to tempt
Or foil a well laid plan
Layers fall perceptibly
Can we always make room for
Disagreements in our heart?
Tragedy strikes once again, we cope in Immeasurable ways
Try to laugh, cry, distance or bring ourselves unrealistically close.
Layers build upon fate
Still the sudden loss of one life is felt
I shall someday be standing closer
Someday the loved ones–mine.
Today, I write, tired mind knowing
That there is no difference between this
My sad poem–
And where tragedy begets comedy
The literary greats of our past
Is here your modern focus.