Sirens

Sirens, I hear them all the time. I run to the window to see what’s going on. They’re getting louder and closer. Woe, they’re in my driveway, I jump out of bed. Someone dear to me is in danger, their body is flat out cold in the driveway. Tragedy has struck me at the very moment I assumed everything was going good. I was just about to rest. The saga never ends. I watch another loved one being carried away, a small part of me dies but I must carry on. That may be me someday but I force myself  to be optimistic. I don’t have much to lose, I have nothing left but a paint brush. Today I’ll draw the sky.