Crossroads
Like in the canvass of memories
that plays all fantastic images,
on my mind,
Death of denial breaks through.
The thread of my tattered quilt,
assaulting the unknown madness of worldly frames
and while in an unforgiving dose of reality
my devouring emotions and
its overwhelming appetite for justice
Caught my madness swoons for mercy
Copyright © Edgar R. Eslit | Year Posted 2015
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