My body and his created life
Many times
Lacking knowledge nor sympathy of our act
Courage was vain or did not exist
No conviction to be of concern
The venal pack was established
It was a simple way. Never knew
Oblivious to the ceaseless force within crying to be reckoned with
I marinated rejection
Eternal imprints of discarded spirits on this earth.
I thought there were no repercussions
In my silence
I hear the echoes of their disrupted souls speak
How do I respond?