When the tears run dry, so many spent.
When the pain hurts more, it won’t relent.
Hold on tight to the love of all.
To catch us when we scream and fall.
Raging angels work behind the scenes.
Anonymous souls on TV screens.
Through humble help, they comfort all.
To catch us as we scream and fall.
The days ahead are darker still.
The loss, deep grief – a bitter pill.
Love your neighbour, love them all.
Through hatred, we do scream and fall.
© The Secret Poetess, May 2017