When We Try

Both eyes burn to the blurring point.

Wet, stinging tears stream down beet blood cheeks.

All the while, each breath grows shallow.

Between clenched teeth that breath burns hot.

Trying to stare through blurred eyes equals futile.

The point in trying so hard?

To look on at what's caused so much trauma?

To stare hard at those blinding sights?

Only one answer comes when you try.

That answer is simply, to try.