The Horror

What is there to say to horror?

The heart of darkness hides my words

but I will dive deep in a sea of tears

to rip them from the mud.

As children march in hope for tomorrow,

a soul of hate sprays blood on the walls.

His thoughts have twisted so far away

that he believes it is his right

to steal lives, to smash families,

to shatter the quiet,

to construct a terror

too sharp to ever forget.

He does not have this right.

I hope one day, alone in his cell,

his thoughts will untwist until he can see

the suffering he’s unleashed.

I hope his remaining years will fill

with a torment of regret.

I hope someday, somehow we can

stop the violent cycle.

I hope, but I don’t know how to forgive

this magnitude of evil.