Wrapped in the reaming
red rustic
ribbons of right and
wrong ,but as
our lives tragically
tremble along
towards their end .
All those
antipathetic
thoughts begin
to brashly
bleed and blend.
Their overwhelming
oceans of
numbing neurotic
notions into
one vital
viewpoint of
vulnerability.
Where they
rationally rush
towards their
ruptured
realizations
that there’s no
need to proceed
in the fight .
As they’ve finally
seen the light.
