Tragedy

To the place where it happened,
the tragedy that sparked invention,
echoes heard as the hours passed,
memory suffers due to ill retention.

Serenity differs from bloodshed,
to say one cares and then drift,
to say one hopes and then die,
to say one loves and then lie.

A massive thorough subtle shift?

To find your way through the dark,
and hope for a florescent spark,
to listen to rants and words alike,
and to dance like demons to flee.

It is an epiphany you know,
what happens, and why it does,
But you can be assured of this,
the tragedy wasn’t because of “us”.

Soul, body, ghosts and fear,
far from light, far from being near.

Tragedies are plenty, they do exist,
and yet you lie to yourself, and resist.

Picture by Hasan Alam

~ by Hashim Nauman on July 1, 2010.