Culmination

Tis nothing if not a cruel world
Again we endure
A sound that has become all too familiar
As the music plays, the curtains draw
In this script of life, the tragedy plays on
And it arrives with envy, of those still to learn
Of the questions it brings
The dawning of nature’s indifference
We are but ants without purpose
But this time, it feels different
One moment in time becomes finite
An aftermath of horror so hard to bear witness
Which only seconds before, could not be conceived
Stripped of life
Crushed and burnt
It feels unreal, yet nothing is more definite
A warning to those left behind
That each second passing by, draws us nearer
No question of if, but when
Still we move forth
To journey’s end