Surreal Atrocities

the damage has been done
listen to the cries of turmoil as the day continues to rain
you can hear the vocal violence silence the crowd
words fall short of sound as the loudest of men become speechless
lack of breath is what swept me away
as i wallow helpless in this surreal atrocity
with night approaching we all become vulnerable
everything seems to move slower as time drifts apathetically to greet the dawn
the rain falls with more grace as the new day begins
the effort to breathe becomes ruthless
the effort to live becomes none