Eyes are open, wide open but I can not see.
Brick walls are cemented with silence between we
What happened did not just happen in a day
Choices were made, judgements clog the way
If I am the one who hurts, who will see my disarray.
Hold hands, bow our heads, let us pray
It’s all about you.
the venom becomes residue
Photo is mine, taken somewhere in Southern Alabama traveling I-65