POETIC STORIES: BLINDSIDED ME

POETIC STORIES: BLINDSIDED ME

Unhappily ever after, after all the final four was the end - all to closing the door on the weird place the pot called the kettle black even though that day was a time for total bliss the Abusive words from a vacant memory caused the fondue to burn and lose its use for wine. Times up and the clock ran out on the beauty of smiles and the sun fell out of the sky darkening the day. A silly way to lose the world and pollute the same air that was pure and offered a renewed youth tragedy and sickly cells disgrace faces of healthy healing hurt and bleeding from uneasy pleading fallen angels. Closed eyes walk into walls. Opened minds still hit the roof and nothing is as it was and should be. Why is that? Unfortunate failure, unnecessary punishment divided the strength of celestial forces without mercy.