Broken

Woke up to blood washing over my bed,

The echo of guns filling the dank air.

Hope wants to cover its head

with the damp, wrinkled sheets

and hide from all the evil.

How can this be fixed?

Terrible.

Awful.

Divisive.

Heart wrenching.

Broken.

Hurt.

Aching.

We are all crying.

What have we become?

No bandaid will cover this wound.

No amount of screaming on social media will heal this.

I long to run far away

from news

from internet

from words that burn like acid tossed in innocent faces.

Tears drop by drop

for mothers

fathers

brothers

sisters

sons

daughters

wives

husbands

This crushed family.

Long to fly away like a butterfly

but the delicate wings are clipped

and pain is deep,

a dark cave filled with terrible monsters

who look just like us,

who smile as they wipe up the blood.

We are broken.