We sit
still
waiting
in the gathering
growing
darkening
dark
Images of
horror
slide seamlessly
in and around
a mosaic of
tragedy
faces
shaded with
the textures of
humanity
joined now
by stark
white
Hope stretched
gossamer
pulled
distorted
thinned
by loss
upon heart breaking
loss
not lost through
misplacement
waylayment
delayment
but taken
wrestled away
stolen
all but
gone.
We sit
still
longing
waiting
for dawn
Willing
a single
candle’s
light.
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