Taken
Nov 1 · 1 min read
What do you do when you’ve taken it,
knowing you never should have —
because it was never yours to take?
The step,
on the path
down that road?
That road,
With all it’s familiar darkness —
twisted rocks,
anger and frustration strewn about; like battered trash in an alley.
Giant boulders and jagged rocks jutting out of every side-
Yes, there it is.
Something else.
A roar like the ocean,
so loud it deafens you —
What do you do?
Because the roar of that deafness
can sound…


