9th of June 2007
Incomplete Tragedies
So much has passed,
Though it is not done
Very little is to contrast
Pain that is equal to none
Events too harsh for speech,
Understanding is a never
Such a talent is out of reach
You can never be that cleaver
Blood loss is so meek,
When so much was shed
The truth would make you weak
This is far from dead
Cannot for a moment we forget,
The ignorance and tears
The only remainder is said silhouette
For you will always pay the arrears
Going back cannot occur,
It is far in the past
Even so it will never blur
Your mind will never be that fast
For times things go on,
Never to admit defeat
Too little too gone
These tragedies are incomplete
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Submission Name: Incomplete Tragedies 
