Of course there are tears.
Hidden in the dark,
Where no other living thing can see them.
Existence is agony,
For me.
From these nightmares,
In which my subconscious murders me,
Most nights.
To waking life:
Adrift,
Untethered,
Amidst so much death.
Why couldn’t I die,
In lieu of my students?
Why?
They Deserved Better.
Sacrificial Lambs.
