Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Calvary

You walk across the cold
beach, drizzle in the air.
A few miles off, they're
having another pint.

You walk apart.
Nothing you touched
ended well.
Nobody listened.

Another's penance stands
a few feet away. You try
again, knowing your
words will go unheard.

And then you fall:
your blood scatters red
and all around
nobody cares.


Inspired by Calvary,

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