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My hopes were stained

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I saw the dot
And it pricked my gut
It mocked my dreams
And it dulled my tongue

I couldn’t wish it away
And my hopes were stained
It brutishly aged my beliefs
And it showed me my mountains

I was made mutedly fraught
And it was a noise that couldn’t be shut
It was tearing apart my reality seams
And it stung
….Just to sting

I am to feel and to weigh
And it gathered the clouds and reigned

It pushed me up against my reefs

And it bathed me in crimson, fiery fountains

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