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