Coliseums of departed faiths,
where all equilibrium forfeits,
Imbalanced by how the
Ground once shook
I am but a victim of such
I watched it all.
And heard everything as well.
I am resigned
To a life
With such sights
And I force myself back probably far too often than advised
Trying, to find a way to save but one, perhaps then, it would
Be such a face my memories today would continuously trace.
Tried out a bit of different voice here and went with more of a choppy, sputtering type of style.