our conquest of uninterrupted peace, interrupted.
destruct destroy demolish.
the ceiling fell upon us.
and your thoughts seemed to spill from your head.
from your head to the floor.
and i questioned you and your agenda.
and the lies seemed to spill from your mouth.
from your mouth to my ears.
i carried your guilt for you, i fell.
they came for you, you were saved.
me, crushed beneath the wreckage
of your merciless wake.
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First of all, thank you for stopping by my little corner of the Den and for your review. Apreciate it.
Second, welcome to AD - you're among friends.
Thirdly! LOL This poem is powerfully penned; the entire poem an exercise in darkness, but the last six lines leave me gasping under the weight of sadness - wow. Excellent! I look forward to more from you.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Edwin