Chords resonate
in chimes of grief
i see a desolate march
of masked faces
surpassing empty promises
of delight
hope plundered,
sparkles freezed,
but inside ,i can feel
a vehemence subtends
pale at the portal
i'm left
with a keen streak
to resist
to survive
to fight against
this desperate hours
will you ever see this life
as heinous as i saw it today?
pedram/march 12-15
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