The Picture
The Picture
i stood and stared
at the picture on the wall
and i didn’t see it
i saw war and blood and death
not peace, not smiles, not hope
i saw tears and sorrow blanketed in ash
i saw abandonment and recklessness
i saw the end
i couldn’t see it
the way you did
and i tried
harder, staring longer
but finally my heart
was pounding and my head ached
i couldn’t see it like you did
i heard you call my name
and when i looked up
i saw it