It Never Began Poem by Robert Azulay

It was a mistake with disbelief
When I couldn't trust
Until I could see
I made a wish from one to two
And my soul was then set at three

Sung violins from wax to wane
As shadows sat I trashed the place
Her eyes dripped off her face, I waved
Sent a prayer and went my way

at the crack of morning
the ashes fell down from hell
as black widows are mourning on my blood
my inner pain bled out

skies of vibes flash upon taller heights
so times pass the light and rise its hands again
over the midnight cries of the lost demands of forgotten lives