I
stare without seeing,
a
soul or a sight
the
images still burning
in
furious light.
and
laughter I hear it
bordering
this scene
of
ones who are lost
in
life's petty schemes
and
can't help but wonder
had
I been there before
in
worlds without value
that
frolic in lore
But
still do these things
leap
in my mind
not
thinking to care
of
scars left behind
but
how does the heart
leave
this grave place
when
closing my eyes
I
see blood on his face
I
see the helplessness
I
see still the pain
and
knowing of nothing
to
help make it sane.
I
can't change the picture
of
tragedy and fear,
I
couldn't change actions
even
when I was near.
I
wanted to believe
it
was only a dream
but
still I am staring
at
the same horrid scene
As
the petty world wonders
of
things they could be,
I
still stare at the past
I
never wanted to see
And
think on the person
that's
barely alive
hoping
through all my soul
that
he will survive.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998