I forgot where the safe place is.
It was burnt and caved in by them, there is none but just open moors and taverns.
Lost homes, missing havens. How do we find them again? You reckon, we never can.
Don’t we scratch the walls and extinguish beacons.
Build walls we can barely climb. Build the impenetrable cage of memories of a different life. Lost life. Rotten beautiful life
Skinned knees, broken bottles. Oh! How we climb and slipper and wither, these thought the choke how feeble are we to dangle.
The more we sink, the more taller it gets. The more we try to forget the more we feed the growing chaos. There’s no escape.
Just somebody put us down, the clawing on the earth of fable, for a faithless climb. Broken, distraught and hollow.
Let’s fill the pit of sorrow, with tears of the past. Let’s burn our present and our future let’s swallow.
Such shame and deceit, No honour in your crimes? We weep while you bask in your rhyming lies. We reap and we reap…
And we reap some more.
~ By Varun Chakravarty & Mitchelle Rozario Jansen
My 24th contribution to NaPoWriMo
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