Broken October

Broken october
2001
dear god if you exist
what have we done?

why does this child cling to me now?
her brother is worse, anyhow...fling her grasping hands
away...
to check the silent one...

broken dreams wrapped in wreckage

a broken mind hidden behind sharp bone
a story dies
another changes
one has yet to live
the ending, though, remains the same...

six, no, seven...

time is changing me...

memories come back
realizations come back
recollecting
once more seeing others views
painfully...

five years of heartache
i at once am recalling
the curse of forgetting
is one day remembering
or realizing the aches
in other's hearts
and in your own...
and in your own
all these hurts now reside...

broken october
broken lives
no one ever is the same
but the end remains the same
but the end
remains
the same.