Equation 135 : Regrowth

In the whispered hollow,

All was seen only your dim of sorrow,

Will a heart able to lend,

An unforgiving echoes,

Temperamental heart raging,

Hope that once were aching,

Now gone,

The wittered rose,

It was dying,

Littered in the darkness time,

It has shattered in a life,

Shading sorrow full of grim,

In the frame of indulgent,

Where there wasn’t any more intention,

It was never really written,

Colliding against truth and anticipation,

It’s bewildered soul,

Pleading for faith to regrowth,

Crying for love to never impose,

Needing for life to only be shown.

(c) Scarlet Storm 2015