2020
they say "hindsight is 20/20"
is it easy to validate what is behind us
like a storm that causes mass destruction and death
get indemnity for what is lost, even when it's time?
spring had sprung, winter clung
no way to vitiate the damage being done
as we sit inside looking out
watching nothing but time passing by
even shadows are stilled in silence
while we stare across the horizon's edge
at morning's rise and fall
counting stars more than days
just to fill the voids in life
we patiently await for something more
seeing our tears trickle from skies
as our screams fall from birds gathering nearby
volant in their freedom while we are caged
trying to find our way out of this maze
that 2020 has become...
awaiting on hindsight
5/23/2020
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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