• Who was I to know that such arrogance could lead to this.
    Such innocent questioning could close the eyes to pain.
    A distant ringing in my ears took it all away.
    A constant ebbing of grief shook me until my teeth rattled.

    A blue-grey sky, not much more of a water-color painting,
    Then I could ever sketch out with my finger paints.
    A song bird singing its high pitched cry.
    A beautiful scene, until death came to the party.

    So what if I hadn’t known better?
    I was only a child. Wasn’t I?

    Just a little body enhanced with desire and passion to know what lurks beyond the unknown.
    But I never made it.
    To the daffodils on the other side of the road,
    Past the stop sign on the corner.

    I only heard the tires screech when it was too late.
    No one was there to caution me.
    To scream a warning.
    There was no hand to hold.

    It happened too fast.
    The flowers were there and the next minute.
    Nothing.
    Not a breath, not a hope, not even a light at the end of the tunnel.

    Just a lifeless body ripped of it’s ripe life.
    A bloody, mangled body that littered the street that beautiful afternoon.
    A pool of blood I never saw.

    But don’t worry. My soul is safe. And searching beyond the unknown.