A Person’s Closure: A Reliable Truth

The dismal, unruly chaos - so tragic and heartbreaking - a prose poem.

A truth is a well-intentioned breath
Sparkling in endurance.
The perils thrice judged,
Left to their own devices,
Err toward the existence
Of middle-adulthood -
And the adequate replacement
Must fill a dramatic
And less heralded void.

Injured are the mighty warriors
By tragic scenes and outcomes.
Humans must revel in diplomacy at length,
Juxtaposing the lives of friends
Both waning and deceased. 

Long sought after remediations
Shall be rewarded,
With sterling anticipation
And moral adjudication.

A significant sign -
Rescuing hundreds left to die -
Could energize the folks
Of this fatiguing ambiguity,
Creating much needed theory
Amid the extreme chaos.