Turbulence

A piece in progress- untold struggles of life the survivors of life

Two eyes trace the rickety lines across the palms of your hands, two eyes trace the sorrow in your eyes, hollow yet sunken all hope despairs.

Two hands tightening grasping tight
Two hands blistering beyond the fight, two hands worn .....a battle is within sight

One heart yearning for what was lost, one piece missing that’s the cost, shieldin a broken heart all ones energy burnt upon the stars.