Tuesday, 27 December 2022

plight

 

Metallic cinders,

Strewn around,

Dreaded winters,

Never found,

Warmth becomes heat,

Heat burns you out,

Blue eyes on repeat,

Cyclical is the shout,

Doors shut,

Till screams ring in the night,

The hinge gets a silent cut,

Its an escape from the plight.

Has it rained on the gardens yet?

Has it rained on the gardens yet? Has the sky shed its tears out of yearnings for change Have the reins on fury been pulled Has the sin been...