It hit hard like
Fresh cold mountain air
Making me gasp choke
News that wracked me
Like a lynch mob
Making me retreat from
The outside in as
The dust of devastation
Settled in my heart
My mind reeled a
Deep sea lure taken
And run unable to
Pull it back in
The news whatever it
Was then numbed me
And like a criminal
I denied my culpability
It was that bad
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 