Everywhere Today

Clouds pass by
Covering the sky in ash grey;
Matching my mood,
As my brow furrows
In worry and fear

Our peace was disturbed ~
Or rather, we awoke from an ideal,
Where we thought we were safer
Than the rest of the world,
But this is an illusion.

There is weeping at home
And weeping abroad,
Precious life taken from us...
Grief and guilt wash over me,
Ashes everywhere.

It hasn’t always been like this..,
Or has it?