My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Yesterday a child spoke about hiding under a desk the sound of gun shots filling the air a repetitive pattern rapid fire he's down the hall long drawn out sounds he is on the other side of the door she said don't cry the shooter might hear you shallow breathes be quiet or he will …
Life - so fragileA split second in timeThe ground shiftsChange is an open wound leftA crack down the center of the earth Humanity challenged once againLove forever and alwaysSenseless loss tears flowSorrow a dark void - chasmLesson's learned are like bridges burned....unless they aren't © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
Slightest turn of the other cheekone side acknowledges the otherin the midst of tragedyAnd as we parade into a house of worshipwearing our Sunday best,sirens blare in the distanceA police presence is feltand it is comforting at timesDifferent from the tender touchof a lovers hand leading the wayto a safer place of ease,a safer place …
Do we wait and listen or do we take immediate action? response or distraction left right shuffle...do we hear the cries see the blood soaked streets with a reality that really touches us to the core? Or do we detract and ignore? Every day here or there we hear the gun shots we feel forsaken …
You don't have to say anything Choices made set in stone sometimes silence is golden sometimes silence speaks volumes Sit tight in your plastic palace higher than a kite flies up and above all the trash talk Bobble headed shift and shuffle shakers who could care more or less Another gun goes off mind to hand …
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