Where was the calm before the storm..

Where was the fortress of hope and joy..

Why is the sound of the ocean screaming in a surge of wretchedness..

Why has the soul not been allowed to feel a certain calmness..

Why does the truth lie about it's consequence..

Why does the wound bleed before it can pain..

Why does the heart yearn before it can miss..

Why does everyone say this is life when life is empty..

Why do we blindly walk away..

Why do the enemies feel as if they are the victims..

Where are the wounded, who live for the living of others..