Don't let me get lost,
Don't let me get buried,
Don't let me forget,
Don't let me get lost,
Such earnest requests...

But why do you easily slip away?
So easily vanish?
Inevitably block out?
Go into a box?

The anchor is breaking.

Three cheers to nothing

I hear the crowds
The cheers
Their jeers
Death to the most hated,
Celebration rampage.

Though I understand,
It all makes me sick.
Celebrating death?
Celebrating murder?
Isn't that what "the enemy" does?

I understand the intentions.
I understand the sentiment.
i understand the fear.
I understand the relief.
But excuse me,
For I refuse to join in
the frivolity.