Shaken by storms like scattered rose petals blown by forces of desire, agriviation continued to stumble upon my path and insecurity doesn't retire, longing for the moments yet to come, infumated and flabagasted by hatred , ahead in my horizon laid a standing stone illuminated by gold dust and bereaved by thornes from a twisted time ,

night approaches I gazed towards the deep blue sky , bitterness sorounded my heart tears meandering across my cheeks wondering when will this end, at the moment...