"and in the end, the love we take is equal to the love we make"

                                                                 -Paul McCartney

So much emptiness pooling

in places where emptiness can't collect

A manufactured malignity

in jagged edges forced to connect

So much pain resists ebbing

at shores eroding from breakwater

True harmony traded

an unceremonious slaughter

So much for fortitude

its the fear that wins the day

a sanctuary denied

nervous fingers unchecked will fray

So much for the future

investment awash in disuse

wrung hands, wrung hearts

and not a single excuse

Copyright:  Brian Pellerino  2009