He hits the wall
Staccato quick
Like a gunshot
That clears the air
Before morning
A starlight’s instant
Full of sound fury
And avarice
A missed glance
That haunted sigh
Leaving him breathless
Judgment’s glare
Blazing in his eyes
She runs away
Adrenaline rush
Pushing her hard
Regret tinged
In her cool margins
Escape a daring chance
She must take
Like an avalanche
Waiting to fall
Her dreadful mistake
A wicked thorn
That keeps drawing blood
And an unending ire
And time stops
Frozen like ice
Fighting a summer
That’s coming soon
Waiting for love
To make things right
But the wall just shudders
The ground just smokes
Under starlight
And blame.
Sam
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