A Year Has Passed
Time will tell, they say.
Time is telling me now.
Time is letting me know
that I’m not welcome to go along.
The stilled life stands powerless
while seasons change,
while day turns to night,
and everyone else goes somewhere.
Tears are everywhere
and no one hears them.
The body slumped,
a pile of wreckage
with the bursting soul inside.
People scatter,
put distance between us.
I am surrounded by vast and empty distances.
They say we all must die alone.
I am still alive.
-kara