Remnant
A nation of skin deep fashion where
naive screw up taints wanted’s heart.
Deeper in thought and pen.. delved to
the depths of wearied soul.
How much more can be taken?
Beat upon by helpful words, innocent
mistakes… tripping on folly long thought
passed by those without. How can they
know, the temperence is now.
Bloodied love remains.
Hitchhiker 