JulyPoWriMo 17

If anything the time that we have will
Not be given back no inopportune
Circumstances dictate the scope of loss
Erasing ourselves from the barren room
This earth has become in our minuscule
Absence the birds have been singing louder
Each morning while our windows remain closed
So we do not hear the ghastly silence
Of what this world would be like without us
The thousand natural shocks flesh is air
Breathing as normal through the fabric gauze
Gazing over bridges running errands
To take our lives back now though accosted
By those who will never pay the cost of