Thursday, January 19, 2012

Obvious Tribulations Are No Such Hindrance

Our devils don't match
Our hymns won't blend
A dark that follows
Inaccessible yet inseparable
Our suns, estranged
Our trials, uncommon
A mark that follows
Indifferent yet incompetent
Our blood will oppose
Our blood will impose
A bark that follows
Inevitable yet incredible

1 comment:

  1. Loving the wordplay. The language leaps off at the readers like missiles.