God, there was such pain
Constant
Bombardment
The love of a lifetime toppling as the city wall
A series of shofar blasts heralding not justice and courage, but cruelty those years
These years, I tilt my head hoping to drain the ringing and echoing from these ears
All an image or impression away — the mountains, the oceans, and desert sands steal me back
Or a wedding song
A life that escapes me, a pain impossible to escape
honestly, this is so well-written and so vulnerable
Thank you, Sir. Others’ willingness to be vulnerable in their writing has gifted me to do the same.