Life Goes On

Heralds blast harsh bugle’s bray,

The harbinger of sad report,

And time is scattered in the breath

Of outcomes unacceptable.

 

Left alone to sink or swim in

Torrents of survivor’s guilt,

The numbness settles over

Until joy is imperceptible.

 

And fairness is a kudzu vine

That strangles everything in reach

Til madness becomes logic’s bane

And sadness transcends common sense.

 

But sadness is a masquerade

That trades reality for peace

And suffers guilt for pity’s sake

Without the joy of recompense.

 

And I and you and he and she

And we will all be better served

To overflow by letting go

And find the peace we so deserve.

 

What’s done is done.

What’s gone is gone.

For those remaining…

Life goes on.