bittersweet sympathy
tossed and thrown away
saving sweet reality
from the dreary day
saving face
from the lost race
of humanity
apprehensive care
a relentless stare
from a distant enemy
to who do i turn
to where do i run
what is it i fear
not hatred or death
but life's bitter breath
and nothing can save me
as nothing can save you
and life will reap havoc
until it is through
~erika boal