The Curb - Poem by Scarlet letter
the end justifies the means.
one who is overshadowed by dreams
forgets the beauty awaited him
one choses to forsake the promised
and doors slowly began to close
as tears flow with questions unfold
yet why contend she was absent?
behind triumphs, doors were locked
deliberately, stunned to be stoned
dubiousness fills the heart
insanity fills the mind
loath reigns the soul
once one says behind his back
stays an image on a mirror
of a thousand hurting words
one shouted senselessly
if only one can fix the broken glass,
what can you do?
was there a remedy?
a redemption for new life?
was it really there?
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