dissolving peace
her eyes compress and wrinkle pure in time
for once was ease, now, shelters dread upon
disturbing thoughts perturb a chill down spine
the first and closing vital thought at dawn
intense portrayals thrust her hectic head
of victim's cheerful grins too quickly lost
the guiltless bodies rest amidst the dead
if only gruesome action wasn't caused
her auburn eyes are clouds prepared to pour
absorbed beneath her mind are blasts of shots
the air inhaled is nothing near before
she weeps until her thoughts turn into spots
abounding heaps of people plea for change
yet tragic issues plague the world, how strange
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