In pain, in writhing, or in silent wait, are born the tears and gears of fate
Complaints ring out, and in, and through; as they sit in their bloody stew
Twisted forms beyond further reckoning, though ever onward beckoning
There but for the grace of God, go I; instead here I sing broken heart’s cry
Humbled and humbling, back to dust; or, shall I sit waiting for decay and rust
Fluttering hearts, like fluttering wings; black, demanding, whispering things
Remembering times long gone hour, when once all sweetness lay in flower
Hmm, actually, about two minutes ago, minus the time it took me to post this, I read something from Helene Ruiz praising someone’s writing. So, I went to look at the piece, and was inspired to write this.
Yes, that quickly; honestly!
Then I got interrupted, right after I got started and I decided to post it now, as who knows when I’ll get back to it, if ever.
The inspirational writing was by crowmanic. And, no, I don’t! But, he’s good for thinking.