My heart calloused to all of them
Watching, hearing, hating their joy
My splintering tongue the only constant
Ugliness spilled from my lips
I wished their sky dark
Relentless with thunder
Endlessly silencing the sun
My cracked young soul had taken so many
arrows
My own quiver empty but for one
off center fletchless arrow
My thumb on its anchor point
my eye on its mark
I drew