Trying to get the sadness out. A haiku, a short poem, and a tanka.
Grief pangs twist the heart
Wring tears from vague sentiment
A sea to drown in.
A child is dead
And another and another
All someone’s children
All my children
So many parents’ tears
Pour
A flood of heart’s blood
To quench the fires of hatred
But ideals do not listen
Fanatics need guns
Not children.
I did not know you
never held your hand in mine
or called out your name
but I grieve for your absence
the world is a darker place.
