The Invaded Land

An iron portal as brittle as a tear in memories or moments designate a miscreant burgeons from emotions the graphic artistry of expendable smiles to bypass hope and linger in a clause of could be Yet the thrust has to wretched put you a glinting steal bloodied by your heart leaves you wrenching on breath the choke the broken despair can lay no claim to comfort unwanted for all of agonies penitence and purgatory swallows you whole There is no God no justice bitterness stamps it’s mark on all those pages this inundation desperate devours all logic searches though devoid of any meaning but the ghost of a reason is all that you want You would so wish to lay blame yet it is no-one and everyone who stands at fault you are no more and if sorrow could write the words it has written them with embers into your soul And one more mothers child dies unknown to the world.