one sided glass

I inquire a query to you

Some only know to be true

Have you ever seen something that made you sing, scream, or think?

If not, your skin must be pale and cold like the lawns white in winter with the temperatures

Putting men and women without homes to that endless sleep

A lifeless corpse are feet buried after another and another on a string

That is what passion makes you feel

A song a choir sings with angels bellowing its voice to the heat underneath my skin

A word to make you think of freedom and love as did those under death’s threat as did romeo and Juliet and the liberty bearers of the sea

Make a mad man scream as he is howling to the moon to feel her touch once more as her steps fade in the sand when she left him while the stars still bounced off her skin

Irrelevant to war and government and poverty

Was her and only her a tale told of their love battle

A war that waged and caused screams with chills down his spine

All he heard were the screams inside his brain that left him wondering

Pondering what went to the side

A song

A story

A word that showed the one sided glass that an audience may see through

A sliver of his mind

That was a one percent of his lunacy

Only lover’s fight