The desperate plea.

The crimson past adorned in lavish hopes that don’t last rests.

~ Where does the fury settle after it meddles with unfiltered truth?

~ When can the resolve hold for longer than the breath it takes?

~ Why can’t it last and by all means hopes to be an eternal more…?

The sad reality tingles in despair, married to the same promise hope shares.

One that robs the moment from its expansive now to dwell on a fictional story yet to be, in its righteousness and vileness nothing more, to make it better to you and thee.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~