Trade of dread

Hellbent, modified
Never were we
so vilified.
Lost in your head
Thinking about that
Crucified love we dread.
Alas, we will lose
Again this time.

I wish it hadn’t come to this.

I don’t want to know what a sailor might think when he finds out there’s no saving the boat now. The storm has eaten up it’s life force. More often than not, we find ourselves clutching at thin air, hoping against hope; but maybe if we didn’t, we would have been dead and gone a long time ago.
It is an awful poem. It’s far from being balanced. But hey, so is everything else. Come to think of it, out of all the inconvenient wrinkles in the space- time of my existence, my favorite would have been a miracle. Inconvenient because I wouldn’t have expected it but nevertheless, it would have been more than welcome.
Though I know not a lot of people will read this but I want you to know and understand that if you are capable of hurting some one , just don’t.
I’ve seen too many monsters and not enough heroes and its probably because the heroism would be in a collective effort. Everyone! Be kind.

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