Erroneous feelings
Confusion, not grief
Just mixed up what would be’s
Wrapped in disbelief
Chaotic day spinning
Around me again
A mix of emotions
Not sure where or when
My head here is pounding
Underneath my skull
Not sure how I get through
The thick of it all
Children now sleep
Comfortably in their beds
No worry, no danger
Just dreams in their heads
We long to be children
They long to be grown
So many questions
All answers unknown
Can’t quiet the voices
Perpetually droning
Can’t stop the writing
Ink keeps on flowing
-Clary
Sarcastically Cynical 