Pain and depression, Sadness and melancholy! Which is where? The dust, the tears, bodies lined up. The darkness, emptiness, the yearning for a home. One calls for an action, through fire or water! It push and pull and hurt and burn..! Anger, at those who soar the skies, Spreading tears and covering with dust, The souls below. Tears, of respect and camaraderie, That nourish the seeds of tomorrow, Tomorrow, a dream, a hope, a call for a search. Of a path. The other is persistent. Demands no action, but acceptance. No path forward, you only walk back, Step back, forward!! Looking at a past. Past? Covered in dust, Overgrown with moss. Somewhere in the darkness.. A void.. A source you cannot see... Yet you know, feel, Were, once the brightest of stars, once the gentlest of moons. Are, The sparkle of truth, The real, eternal.