Sometimes, all that can be spared
Is a lifeless stare
And the shrug of defeat

Some days we march home
In spite of our deep lacerations
When the heavens grow heavy and dark

Some years take decades to shake
And they thrive in your stomach,
Denying you a full night’s rest

Some eras bleed out,
Flooding into the next
While stifling the cries
Of all that could have been