R.I.P

We rage and we scream
We beat and we claw
We find it pointless
We find it heartless

An unforgiving bourn when left unchecked
can only spew this apathetic thing we call living
.. hatred
.. fear
.. revenge

Where is our hope as we cry for life taken from you, for love stolen from her,
your dreams unlived, your face and your force but it’s fast consuming us.
We grieve for you when we should be grieving for ourselves
Submission to defeat will only eat away at our souls.

To go without a fight for hope would be a travesty far beyond this Spartan lie