but hell existed always
in a world where souls hesitate
wiping their feet
from questions
once a dream is born
they remained
mortals
as fate meddled
not budging
harassing them
and stars kept
remembrance seeing
analyzing those
whose tears
were perhaps
just such assurance
as hardly enough responded
so they departed
their passion crushed
as chameleons cried
and music restored them pain
(for Word Play: Wednesday Writing Challenge @ Typescript)
No comments:
Post a Comment