Of Loss

May 17, 2013

I am angry
That I must love
So fiercely
Yet lose so easily

Like a mother
Who buries her daughter
Twenty years gone
In one instant
Of blind rage
Or a gunshot

I am angry
That I must build
So carefully
So lovingly

To have years of dreams
And work
Go up in smoke
One night in a stray fire

I am angry
That just one evil
Can destroy
A million good things

What law
Does this universe thrive on?

Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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