Solar Eclipse

Lacerations of young flesh break the minds surrounding. Victim. Sat. inflicted to emotionless faces scared and beat to a pulp. cells running from the only place they can survive.

Your blood dries.

And slowly dies.

Your eyes cry,
I’d wish they'd lie,
I know the pain,
there's no gain,

Your only fate,
will plummet with hate
sepia tainted murals,
covered the wound--jump the hurdles.

Sorrowful times bring painful lines.

I’d had mine.
bring back the Sunshine!

Reviews

[Wildecat]

An Interesitng write, liked this poem, well done.