Morning After Mourning

I serves not To respond to tragedy With despondency Though you feel that knot In the chest mixed Feelings of anger and lament Things that can’t be fixed Mistakes, sins I can’t repent While I stay here frozen Time ushers me forward Toward a fate unchosen But isn’t all fate merely accidental But no turn of fate is merely incidental. And I find myself pushes along The well trodden path Onward plodding in the aftermath. J. Niles