Stones

Light in the dark,

I question your dismay,

call into question the rain in this may,

somehow no clouds in the sky, yet a tyrant rain,

finds me without a chance to fight, small and prey,

on my knees, such a sight, begging while I pray,

I see you seeing the lines I write, with existence as my way,

not a pen, nor a pencil,

not soul nor spirit,

simply living,

an action,

like spilled ink,

All together let us say,

the horrors tossed our way,

without fear, only silence,

rememberance.