Separation

There was no more scream to heat the air, had to be slipped through the door of nevermore nor through the time of life. Scary like an insane clown in the crowd, the moon turned into a terrifying face. Some more long pain could change into an overgrown claw to crush the house of love. A lot of words were full of unfulfilled longing. Bursts were the truths thundering through the thinking mind; not thinking, but stressed. There was no second chance, much less there was hope. Poem by Marieta Maglas