When lives are lost 

time incessantly ticks.

Spilling incandescent streams of tocks.

A prying current, immersing, submerging me

within my ludicrous reality. 

Nonsensicality. 

Skepticality intrudes on actuality. 

Do not venture near the light of death for

the doorway is an emergence or a grueling shut.

Light to luminosity; Death to dose. 

Bullet by bullet, triggers of a gun,

Gazelles stampede toward the maze of undone.

Chains of sequence manifest the rampage. 

The floor a sheet of ice on blood red hands.

Fire burning, blazing hazy contempts.

Silence as eerie as the breathless body in hold.

Eerie stillness crept.

Creeping…

Avoidance of inhales and exhales 

from sweet, soft departing lips.

Hardened they are now, so stiff.

Swallowed I am by the hush.

The shift from daughter to fatherless 

will never be enough.