Too Late.

Pushing and screaming shouts at the sky,
Demanding our futile answers
To know it all, to know why.
Heart valves dance, as memories mutely murmur
Wallowing, sullen in the whistling roar
Scorching the hellish hallowed land
Agony acidic in its caustic pour,
No one bears to understand.
Spitting, we smash the seams apart
Gone unending, finishing before the start.

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  1. This is so very good ! Who out there cannot relate ? Thanks. Van

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