your news

you read
about war,
but you don't
know what
it is, not
really having
ever been
in one. someone
tells you
about the burn
on their arm,
but still
you don't
know the pain.
it's theirs,
and the same
goes for
heartache,
for death
and dying. it
can't reach
you. words, or
songs, or
poems are
nearly unfelt.
it has to be
your news for
it to truly
arrive home.