06 November 2018

1995


With the loss of so many
It was hard to thrive
The hardest year ever
1995

Oh what a year full of tragedy
Death didnʻt come in oneʻs
Nor did it come in threeʻs
Necrotic tendencies 
Engulfed the community
For what seemed like eternity

With the loss of so much
It was hard to survive
The hardest year ever
1995

The loss of my family
The loss of my friends
The loss of my education,
Lord when does this end?

The loss of my house
The loss of my home
The loss of anything I
Could ever call my own

With the loss of more loss
What was left to lose?
I wouldnʻt wish for anyone
To walk in those shoes

The hardest year ever
1995
Hard to survive
Impossible to thrive

But when new doors open
Others must close
Nobody can ever say
What the future will hold

Losing my life in essence was true
Just prior to losing the life that I new
Just one year prior to losing myself
I lost mt friends, my family and all of my wealth

When bullets go left and drama goes right
When everyoneʻs been snuffed but youʻre alright
When all has been lost and the damage is done
How can one call themselves the victorious one?

Lives were lost and children scarred
Not a survivor got by without getting marred
Most of the houses have been knocked down
If I went back today, wouldnʻt be my hometown

The past is gone, thereʻs no turning back
Just faded memories under PTSD attack
Thank God today is today and not 1995
The struggle is real but I think Iʻll survive.




Kahala Lei
copyright November 2018