let go of these moments <br />that's what i try to do <br />but, <br />there are bits of silver paper strewn across the lawn <br />and bits of every dream rent by mindless fury <br />like fuel to my fire, this ignorance enrages <br />wrenched from my placidity <br />torn from insignificance <br />by a selfish, heartless deed <br /> <br />crimson. <br /> <br />splashed across my body <br />propelled into the air <br />lucidity has escaped <br />like a thief into the night <br />everything is lost <br />nothing unaffected <br />the hammer lands <br />and the hammer lands again <br />every sound enunciated <br />every second standing still <br />until the madness abates <br />and the fury dissipates <br />as the stars return to view<br /><br />Raymond J Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crimson-3/
