Smoke bellowing, Cigars sticking, Breath full of anxiety, Souls without serenity,
An epic moment for a lost soul, And a heart thumping with growl, A heavy heart not able, Yet to so many her pain unfathomable.
A cross winged cry for understanding, A heart stretched to the edge but willing, Mindsets set to judge, And looks ready to plunge,
Soul deliquished, Acrimony staged, Rancours ready to tear hearts open, Forgotten and trodden upon.
By; Pamslovia Anderson