Waiting for the return of life
Hoping to escape a living death
Where emotions are calculated
And feelings unfelt.
Surviving apocalypses means paying the price.
Avoiding death's dance required
silencing of the music.
Somehow the blood flows
Without the beating of my heart.
Alone in a crowd or suffering by myself,
The journey does not always end
Where the traveling stops. Maps
May be illegible but the destination
Gains a new focus requiring an
Appreciation of arrival.
