Nothing

A pain, unending A light, dim. A hurt, masked Moments, grim. They smile. Their tomorrows come. Two, still one. Words, mum.  

Return

We enter. A clean slate for us. We exit. A slate cleaned for us.      

(R)Evolution

Once built up, now torn down Revolutionary, now revolting. We must change! A cry cascading across the land. Into what? Few who cry, speak.