The Plight That Lies Ahead

Corrupt caverns of contempt seeping silently into the crevices of the inner dwellings of the mind building barriers of silent valleys, sleeping spirits wafting the essence of immortality, colliding with vibrations of flesh instilling life, the flower has opened herself, her scent permeates the air creating primal instincts the aggression is ensued and life has sprung, who is to hold this gift who is to know this gift and the cycle completes and becomes one once again, who can deny it’s delight, though the task is daunting and not for the faint of heart, crushing, and desperate as tears flow, energy sits compressed awaiting the recoil. Breathe and embrace the pain it is a labour of love, a love that can not ever change will not ever change no matter the plight that lies ahead.