The carnage is everywhere…
How can we go on living?
With so much dying all around us?
I didn’t mean to.
I tried not to.
But it was right there in front of me before I could turn away.
I saw it and recoiled.
I shook as I cried.
And then my mind broke…
Just for a moment, before terror forced me to put it back together again.
Could I lose my mind because of all this carnage?
But what good will that do?
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose hope.
Lose hope, give up.
I didn’t mean to let you down.
How will I make it to the end of this life, quickly, before I lose my mind for good?
In this race, it is a race now, which will come to me first?
I hope I die before I go mad.
How can I go on living?
With so much dying all around me?
Should I look?
Should I learn to shrug when I see pain?
Or learn to laugh when I witness sorrow?
I’ve seen some who approach it this way.
It’s ugly, but effective.
It beats curling up into a ball of tears,
and melting away.
Or does it?
Pain is commonplace.
Death is everywhere.
But I just can’t seem to get used to it.