ABC Poem

ABC Poem

A sure glimpse of hope in this
blemished reality. A
callused escape
drawn right to its
end. Four
figures
grope in
hopes of finality. As an
insider’s game turns to
joke. A
kind man’s remark
loses grip on
morality, to
never discover
or cope. And
people collide holding tight to their
quilts
ripping the
sides with
their feverish guilt- each
under
veils of success. And all
watchful eyes wonder in circles e-
xhausted, while
your
zealous creatures profess.