Delicate Line
In a frail rectangle,
Dark and sweet,
A man found his sorrow,
Fire beneath his feet,
Cross the delicate line,
between Heaven and Hell,
Smirk the sins of his past,
Life was so simple back then,
Now the pain of all will Everlast,
And pray for ignorance and conceit,
Sighs and cries will be abandoned,
Weak the motionless play in discrete,
Balance the pain and the torture,
Terrified the soul,
Scream your defeat.
A step close, a step too far,
A step closer, a step afar,
And the man fell….
Useless was his life,
Endeavor of money and high street.
And so the next man approaches,
Delicate the bitter sweet….
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In a frail rectangle,
Dark and sweet……
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Copyright © Dana Krystle | Year Posted 2022
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