Mortality

It’s been said that animosity is a reflection of its beholder

Ergo, atrocity

Is the perception of something bolder:

Quiet and morose,

Yet limited in scope. It defies hope,

Yet exhibits itself in folly—

--Enjoys its own falling

A rather stirring reminder of what it means

To seek peace.

And in it, pieces.

The pieces of belief; the mortal relief

That comes with a mind,

And the horrors it seeks.

Uncouth, meek—

These are mental scars

From a time before the dark

Because there was never any light,

Only predation and strife

As well as the conscious choice presented:

To kill, or die,

Presented by a limited means of life.