Screaming

the world keeps churning through the days

feather light,

they float on by...
silence upon the devastated,
the obvious, macabre...

so here I scream.

here I scour, watching horror unfold.
only my heart can unhandle this reality.

it's a very lonely place to be.

perhaps I was meant to break off, 

leaf falling away.

when will I stop screaming? do you know?
but at least you,
you, my friend, will know that

someone...
someone was screaming, crazy mad, for you,
at the very beginning.

~ Dedicated to Sean Hartman's Dad