It wasn't the justice that had kill her joy
The mistake of tomorrow had insecure her
The yesterday couldn't be ignored
The scar couldn't get imprinted
The note couldn't had left nothing but bleed her to death
It wasn't a degree of law that hadn't been followed
It was the pressure forced her soul back
It was the happiness that she left ....It was the joy she forgotten
Memory of past flourish her to life as the present is a gift and tomorrow is unknown ...
A contest entry
- Word Bank by Ravenblood.
900 points, ended January 24, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
Comments
-
this could've been a haiku
it had all the elements of it but it was a little long!
Adding your comment: