Sore...

Trust, must seek hell..

She knows hell...
Joy, a blacklist for judgment, singing in the woe, on a knee, sore.
Hell she knows of hell, she licked wounds at the gates, on a knee, sore.
She sees the crest, violent and personal. Hot like iron, on a knee, sore.
Deadlines, the whole world will harken for deadlines, on a knee, sore.
Ahead, don't let us…stop.
I gave.
I left.
In a grave.
On the shores.
This love.
This heart.
On a knee.
Sore.………….………..
-The sun on that beach-

Author's Note

A quick jot, I'm not so sure about this piece, but I have decided to share it none the less please let me know what you think...