Chaos

With each heart beating against the rage the skies claps their hands to the stars , gasping  to find the peace that once was there.

What ever happened to solace, or contentment ? Stabbing grief echoes against cold stones of broken souls  and lives.

Each passing force hitting the world.  feverishly clinging to the broken lives , tarring down the once beauty that stood in its wake.

Once beauty , it is said as if meaningless and dead .humanity is killing its self over stupid reasons such as who is right and wrong , better or worse.

These questions should not matter , what should matter is the worlds heart , its once magnificent peace and life. The love it brought into souls that were once close to death.

How shall we fix what is broken and clouded?
When will the sky be bright again?