• silence...
    the sudden beat of the bands' snare drum.

    talent...
    the sudden screech from the violin

    smarts...
    the sudden F on the huge test

    encouragement...
    the sudden "shut-down" from your best friend

    peace...
    the sudden gun shot to a child

    it's not a joking matter,
    the things that happen to me.
    the wonderful, and not so accourances.
    don't take pity, don't ask why,
    i'll just be here, sitting... while i cry.
    nothing makes sense, just like my writing.
    so question it, don't take pitty...
    it's something that happens.
    that worries those of us...
    including me.