FK (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)

And Angels Weep

Beyond the perimeter of time
A relentless voice of personal addiction
Sings of now defunct dreams.

A helping hand strums, on open hills
Stringed anthems to Elysian chords;
applauds long gone deeds.

Many forget in daily commute,
Their pursuit itself an obsession;
Destiny derailed by blind derision.

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How well the title fits. A great poem, Elysian chords, indeed. Read mine - Frost Flowers - Adeline