Poem-A-Day: Day 351

Rally to Restore

one part restoration
whatever peace is left,
and the understanding
that there might be
something left,
if only a guess,
that there might be
something worth taking,
or an idea striving to be
reckoned with.

whatever happened
to the verbosity of history?
was it lost somewhere
perhaps in the past
where people
once spoke
with incredulous
tonality, and monotony
reigning down from lips
troubled with the future?

there’s no denying
that something is happening,
some uncontrollable sense
of impending dissertations
on living life
and pursuits
of something resembling
a happiness that’s crumbling
into bitter cinders of blood
stained with historical facts.