Last Respect chalk traced images
surrounded by blood spills
covering concrete like roadkill
another and then another
afraid to pull back the cover
repeat and repeat again
extraterrestrial beings hovering
hands releasing balloons with purple strings
scrambling for justice and peace
holding on to memories
pouring booze on the wreath
holding back teardrops
searching for a solution
rearranging emotions
trying not to start confusion
minding my own
screaming inside with a silent tone
momentarily needs to be left alone
until the pain is all gone
things always seem better
at the break of dawn
I knew how to chase the wind
never knew how to face the storm
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