Lines Apart

The lines that didn't fall in place. It was too edged to be noticed irrespective of its visible stance

Like a whirwind the emotions drained strength out of it subconsciousness. If this be a crime let the judge rule Unfatigued

Placed in a deserted lane,  a glint of rays like hope set in to dislodge the frightening weather.  If this be a curse,  let it sting the flesh for the soul is beyond redemption

Sapped out of strength lays disarray, when will this wind blow a glint of hope across? Almost damaged beyond repair yet an illusion stairs a beat in this bleeding heart

Just like petals let this fog be removed and let this rays Illuminate the sight of sober reflection and if wishes do come through I wish for the glory of the day's golden evening.