Smoke.

Dear Accident

In your boxes

I found grief,

Your cabinets

Full of Tragedies

The unwanted surprises

With prices we cannot afford

Just the other day

You stole our joy

Emptied our Souls

And choked us Pains

Beyond our capacity

Why! Why! Why!

Why rob us our own?

Dear Accident

You denting our entire family

Filthily flooding it with trauma

Loneliness and sorrow

We are feeble

We can’t imagine tomorrow

With our loved ones gone

Others deep in the claws

Of liveliness and struggle for a breath

Waiting hopefully for a miracle

A chance to live again

A chance to smile again

Dear Lord,

May you heal our loved ones

May you grant them health.

Power them with your Breath

Pick every broken pieces

And meant them as you molded them

And filled them with breath in the beginning

For you are Alpha and Omega

We Pray

© GKatolo2020