Gone Again

End over end,
no matter how close.
Altering the way,
like a rainbows end.

Snippets of the
truth you've allowed.
This would
destroy us.

Transformation arrives,
hidden by blankets.
A barefoot walk,
it's gone again.

Reviews

[Shane Mohamed]

Hey trouble maker,
This piece carries a mysterious vibe. It's like predetermined destiny; it is over before it even starts, so what's the point of starting. Pessimistic philosophy. I like the simplicity and the approach.