Sorrow’s Choir

A cold white mist

on the horizon.

An Eire voice that 

sounds like bees.

 

Am I floating?

Am I alive ?

 

A choir of innocence 

immersed in sorrow.

 

Standing at the Barb wire

of the saddest place on Earth.

Trying to understand 

the unforgivable.

 

Being led by conscience 

and a buzzing mist.

Lifes choices are hard

and usually unfair . 

But, you choose

and move on .

Hoping you will not 

need to be forgiven.

 

The path forks through

quiet emotions.

But , the truth is always 

well hidden .