I always knew, but refused
to belive
Anything could touch or
harm me
As I looked around
at the pain and tragedy
I found, it seemed to pass
on by the way
Rarely stopping, sometimes
stalling along
My path of life, suddenly
changed my delusion
Of perfection
In the denial
of the tragedy and death
Which became a piece of
my existence, as the
Chaos, misery took the place
of the one
I loved.