Bonded in the sins of loneliness
Only the broken know the song
Like the knots of our timeline
Written on our flesh, it rests
In the momentary flash
A reaction, distant past
Reflecting today’s society
Under lock and key

Victim’s of the Grove

But Gwen couldn’t see
The strife in these streets
Where your name echoed
Deep into the sea
Where she cried and begged
But no forgiveness was spoken
The dirt between my toes
Feels the way she felt
Lost in the intricacies of fate
Swallowing pride before the race
But there’s no sin in grace
A timid state, relaxed face
Deja vu, but not with you
Just children, Mindful
Raised by broken people.