Some things you can’t take back,
and some words
can never be forgotten.
There are things we do
that scar the psyche,
marking the fabric of space and time
forever.
A calm morning,
struck with an atom bomb.
The blue sky turned to fire
by the betrayal
of a lover.
A cool mountain lake,
panoramic vista,
idyllic for reflection,
becomes a two hundred foot tall
wave of liquid earth,
when the trusted tongue
splits to strike our foundation.
We can smash into our realities like a space rock.
We are doomed.
Powerless.
A pitiful race,
on a backwards world,
but that does not make us monsters.
Every touch,
every word,
every action,
is a choice.
Are we nurturing our world,
or are we stealing from it?
Sure, some sins can be forgiven,
but some things you can’t take back.
HG – 2020
