Cold Tears

i wake up with a heavy heart
hope, lightly clutched within trembling fingers, as it struggles to fly away
news left then right, screams then cheers
explosions unknown gunshots from fireworks

events broad casted on silver screens, mirrored but unseen
words tweeted, clashing in tone of voice and hesitant fear
the yes’s and no’s merging into one unidentifiable word
confused, grieved, and dreading the yet to come
will recent history again repeat itself…

a call to peace, hardly heard
tears making way on cold skin
leaving only trails of salt

and i worry about tomorrow…
barely hanging on to hope
as i dare to dream of a different path from chaos…

Dare i Dream…

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