Hurt

Hurt
At dawn, everything shines.
Before the eye blinks,
the thunder breaks,
Breaking the silence.

Remember those days,
What you used to say,
“I’ll hold you high up and never let go.
And I’ll guard you till the Night follows.”

Tainting the vows,
Lost of conscience,
Screaming voices,
Penetrates the skins.

Fire burns and she’ll drown.
Breathing mouths in trepidation,
The mind is tremulous.
Freedom disappears.

A.J