Tuesday, March 8, 2011

A Weekday Mourning

Few things are worth the feeling of depression.
A motherless child, a man without faith, and the end of a life.

I didn't know her well and you didn't know her at all
But the last memory of her we all share is that of a hollow shell.

"I am invincible" they say.
Wait a couple years and get back to me.

You and I will return to dust.
The two of us.

Show no fear- that's the American way.
But we are all deathly afraid of what's to come.