In Vain

Portraits and pictures and paintings
Line the walls that
Every soft piece of flesh in town has touched.
At the doorway where the mournful news was broken to the children,
Spirits live to haunt the very innards of all that
Ever pass through.

Chills still rock ALL to the core
Or tickle and romance the bones of totality, however,
Merely scratching the surface of fear.
Everyone senses the pure horror.

Horror of hearing that a loved
One has died under insurgent fire. "Your father is gone."
Moments pass and still no one believes, but the indubitable truth cannot be surpassed.
Ever and ever shall be no more.
© 2007 Kristen Haynes