The silence was overwhelming
But I needed it
To collect my thoughts
Since they were unruly
And all over the place
The traffic was my friend
It slowed me down
So that I could
Make sense of what I’d seen and heard
Accept the profound sadness of
Truths too hard to face:
Some things will never be the same
Sometimes, the past is all that’s left
A brilliant mind’s subject to change
Perhaps, some secrets aren’t best kept
There simply isn’t enough time
Thoughts and prayers won’t fix it all
Ignorance can be sublime
Regret supplants a delayed call
Things aren’t always what they seem
What one sows, one surely reaps
It’s way past time to intervene
Hope dissipates when Justice sleeps
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