I Am Thankful for War

The tangerine sky hung high and I can’t comprehend why I’m encompassed by the passing of my passerby’s’ time Once hung the moon now lurks in the shadow of my mind As I search for the things I cannot find Feeling of our rotten roots intertwined Superstition and the act of being forsaken has combined But alas, I move away to a different state Of my mind, one that searches for the things it cannot find Where two realities cannot coincide Like me living but we had died