and the cowards tremble
as the weight of their own sins stack
one by one.
time ticks slowly for the cowardice ones
with sneaky eyes and weak hearts.
well aquatinted with slammed doors
and absent hellos,
it’s the loners who shed their skins
as they wear mask after mask
to blend in the sea of blended passions.
the heavens only pity the snakes
as they forever grovel on their bellies,
slithering beneath the fatherly gaze–
they do pray for forgiveness as they ignore
the indomitable love, a love
that will never fade.
an endless sky, that stretches for miles,
fingers that dig and claw
only find ravaged, forgotten stars.
This is the set aspirations for cowards like Cain
who wander a lonely road,
flickered memories of warmth and smiles–
a blanket that begins to fray.
a coward’s strife
that singular and pitiful
as the smell of rot and hate
lingers in their absence.