WE have been to the wrong fight…for too long.
What drives another’s thoughts past our own essentials?
No more, sit silently in a song.
I awoke in a disturbance.
With her wailing in my ear.
Not me…for once.
Which is usually a reflective voice.
In this imperative twilight juncture,
there had been a sprite.
Offering no option,
See sickness deep in a vacant trail.
Bent on lack of remorse.
And, with due course,
no badges earned when lost in a white-out.
The two-party line…
in hectic connection…
Rung to a bad apple that needs to hung up.
I heard her the yelp…
Petrified paradise…only lost not found.
Disenchanted forests forever…release…be unbound.