42.

Sitting in the light of a setting sun,
Cigarette burning between two tired fingers, ignored.
Thoughts lost recollecting words said in an emotional outburst –
Cursing the loss of self-control.

Will this be all we are?
Explosions after days of calm? A never-ending cycle.
A storm seems mild to the myriad feelings experienced
Reptilian brain at the forefront,
Human superiority resting in a corner.

The futility of prayers are evident.
Mistakes were made,
Rectification needs to be done.

 
It is unbearably hard,
But the strength gained will be a blessing.