Torn strings

Written by: Gerald Webb

An opened valve of tears lusting a smoldering lament, vocals vanish from the ears, fermenting an anger of consent. With powerless loss of reason, the self inflicted curse of hope, a vile taste of treason, dreams shattered in myope. Striding through a darkened tunnel the light flickers less bright. Squashed down through on life's funnel, disappearing out of sight, caught out by the blistering pace of romantic plight!