ruthiec
Trapped inside my own head,
focused on the one negative
churning all the others
into a cacophony of
colour, deep, vivid, loud
like the blood pulsing
in my ears. What
you say is untrue
and only proves you
never knew me.
I see them on the news and in the paper
photos just like those from world war II
different faces, places, names
the nightmare just the same.
We can never learn,
Never step into the same river twice
but experience each moment anew
and watch the righteousness and
the mindlessness continue.