the nature of tragedies

by mandaceehb

Tragedies slice the air in hushed whispers

and newspaper headings glare with a sad glow that blinds

Eyebrows frown and lips droop down

The occasional tear is shed

Sympathetic grimaces last

too quickly as we obliterate from our lives the fleeting distractions from our immediate path

Dead bodies and broken bones littered along the sidelines of our journey fade into an

extinguished existence in our heads

People who deserve to be remembered 

make their mark in minds,


Only the ones who hold them dear save

every last fibre in their hearts