The
wind breathes the fire til the pain stops
A
shadow flickers on the humid walls
Lightning
strikes scare the cats and dogs.
The
ego walks home soaked in question marks
“Where’s
my justice?” he screams, as the thunder sparks
A
wild idea in his monstrous heart
“We
shall fight til death tears us apart!”
And
so he geared up and went to war
Trapped
by the greed of thoughts, he stored
And
hoarded them til he could hold no more
Til
he collapsed, white flag in his bag
And
the flowers grew around him
While
he grew cold because he couldn't stimulate the thought within
(to
be continued)
