Saviour

Words without meaning pour on a world of bliss,

While silent winds blow around a painful memory.

Blood from calm wounds flow with a screaming hiss,

Despite blistering a fresh scar with no apology.

Forever will tears flow down from one forlorn,

Leaving stained faces filled with guilt and sorrow.

Never shall we be blessed with the one reborn,

Whilst standing on soil that was once borrowed.


Photo by Jenna Genio