And then this 
one makes me
turn and look 
having once been 
something standing there 
now no regret 
and no remorse 
for what had
been is gone 
but I still 
look out of
habit and not 
out of longing 
at forever nothing 

I am
a trumpet
calling warning 
perched high 
seeing first 
being first
forced to 
alert to 
sound alarm 
and then 
to watch 
either triumph 
or tragedy 
neither of 
which matters 
to me 
for I
am but
a sound

It is with sadness 
that I write this 
dear Lord the beauty 
which You created is
gone 
where I don’t know 
the people You made
still remain but the 
glimmer which You placed 
inside has gone out 
and what remains now 
are just bodies lost
gone 
so I’m asking You 
what do I do 
with this now do 
I simply wait and 
watch until You too
tire of all this 
is there a match 
and switch to reignite 
or as You warned 
I told you that 
this would happen there

I am 
best alone 
to wonder 
and wander 
to write 
and recall
to forget 
and find 
to feel 
to miss 
and to 
learn not 
to accept 
new and 
forget old 
to entertain 
and enjoy 
my curiosity 
and to 
explore all 
things unknown 
and report 
back here 
this now 
is life