A PRIMAL CRY

 

 

She cried! A primal cry

Like the roar of the king of the jungle

Signaling an important assembly of sorts

 

Actions speak louder than words

With an outpour of raw emotions

Like a scene from the second coming of the Most High

She had the heaven’s skies open wide.

 

With angels blowing trumpets and horns

Others plucking the harp

She, her instrument of circumstance

Him!

Strumming her pain with his fingers

Unlike the angel’s melodic echoes

Her tune struck the chord of the broken-hearted

That echoed a melancholy melody

Sombre in mood, dead in spirit.

 

Poof! Like an epiphany it all disappeared.

 

He’d lied

She’d cried

They’d died!

 

 

 

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